"Your pie beats any cake I've ever had, easy," I tell him, smiling at the pleased look on his face. "Plus, I smell maple, and that beats everything."

I did have to blow out candles, and I tell him as much as I look down at the last remaining bite of my steak. The plate is clean otherwise, and I drag the piece of meat around to pick up any traces I might have missed before popping it into my mouth. My wine gets drained shortly after and I lean back in my chair to rest my hands on my stomach, utterly satisfied. "That was incredible, Bits. Thank you."

After a few quiet moments spent relaxing and digesting, my eyes crack open to land on the mysteriously wrapped frame once more. "Is it time now?"