Great merciful mother... shit. *She glares at the puppy.* How did you loosen your tie? Don't think I won't put you back where I found you.

*Muttering, she stalks over and scoops the puppy off the cake, giggling when it licks her face. She sits cross-legged on the ground, messy puppy in her lap, and smiles ruefully at Peter.*

Happy birthday. I don't think he got into the wine, but the cake is a total loss.

That's probably a good thing.