Cain blinks momentarily, certain he'd seen something strange in Saturday's eyes. But he dismisses it as a curious reflection of the light.

"That's right, you weren't thinking! You could have sat on the cake or crushed the box, and then where would we be?"

"The young lady didn't mean anything by it," Cain is hasty to assure, hoping to interrupt the tirade early before it gets the chance to start - but not too hastily to make it appear to be a larger deal than it is. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to be deterred, and is starting to wag a finger to Saturday's face.

"Those treats are meant for everyone, mind. How disrespectful of all this hard work can you be?"