Any excuse to drink was one thing, but celebrating...Tony didn't know where she got the energy. Then again, she was always like that, it didn't take the miracle of life to convert her, as much as it sounded extra sappy now. "You're a six week anniversary, this is the first place we kissed kind of gal, aren't you?" Tony had to ask, because when he said it out loud it did feel incongruous with her whole shtick. Manic goth chick, all caught up in sentimentality. "This is what I'm saying, you gotta get out there, get yours. You're cooking, Wick. That's unconscionable. You're supposed to get yourself a man that does that for you, he doesn't have to be bright, he doesn't have to be permanent, but he does have to be nice to look at and keep you happy and give you a thousand stupid reasons to have cake. That's all I want for anyone, and, listen, we'll do cake, that's fair, but I don't want you to be wishing someone was there and ruining it. I don't want you, you know, schlepping it down here with me because you don't have something better going on."