He nodded. "Agreed! Brad Pit as an outlaw waits for no man! Seven, eight..." He got all the candles put into the cake and then stopped.
"I forgot matches." He paused a moment, staring at the cake, and then waved his hands at her. "Close your eyes, close your eyes!"
He waited until she wasn't looking, and then all nineteen candles flared to life on their own. "Okay, you can open them." He gasped at the lit candles. "Well! Will you look at that."