Shepard conceded with a nod. "Alright, you have a point. Though unless the whole island came, we could probably get away with just barbecuing." Though she did briefly wonder if he'd got a grill. And as other things entered her mind space, she wiped them all away. If he got his aunt she wouldn't have to worry about any of that.
Turning into him, her arms slipped up around his neck. "However it turns out. It'll be perfect." Even if the cake caught fire, and everything was burnt to a crisp. It would be something she'd remember always, as being just right.