The decoration, slight as it is, doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated. She all but glows for the simplicity of it, that lack of any impulse to read farther into it or second guess his sincerity. He made a cake, frosted it pretty. She got a hug. It's...easy. Nice.

A bite confirms the cake is good, even.

"Was this from scratch?" She asks, grateful for something to say that isn't just more thanks. (Even if this is bound to turn into a compliment, it's at least a marginally more roundabout one.) "I'm impressed, I don't think I'd hit that on a first try if you paid me."