Really, all Fakir could do was nod along and wonder just what he had been thinking with this entire plan. He'd trusted the most womanly guy he knew to make a cake that wasn't girly, and then he'd invited this chatterbox along. He couldn't blame anyone else but himself for his continued annoyance.

"Is he all you talk about?" he asked as he started up the stairs, feeling as though he already knew the answer.