He leaned back to grab the platter and paused, turning back around to look at Richie. "Rich... sweetie, honey, light of my life... do you really think I'd give you cake for breakfast?" Look. There would be cake. He would make a cake a little later and they'd have it after their dinner. Like normal people who didn't think they were getting cake at ass o'clock in the morning. "It's breakfast so... I made breakfast." He said leaning back this time and grabbing the plate.
He was careful, slipping back off Richie just a little in order to give the comedian enough room to sit up and not have to worry about Eddie dropping anything and getting a face full of fire, pancakes, and melted wax. "See?" He said, holding it out to him. "Birthday pancakes." And there were a lot of candles. Nowhere near 41 or 44 or however the hell old Richie actually was but as close as he felt comfortable to getting. It was still a lot. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Eddie sang.