"S'ok. We both went a little nuts-" He turned and gave her hair a little playful tug, "Though uh..we should probably go into the kitchen and make sure she's not poisoning the cake. No idea how much she heard, hm?"
Slipping his arm around Megan's shoulder, they crept into the kitchen where Angela was opening the cake box.
"So, uh. How's your visit been?" Spencer attempted - checking her hands for any cannisters of cyanide.