Cassian points out the cupcakes at the other end of the table with a wave of his hand, before thinking better of it and reaching out to grab one and setting it down on the Laura side of the plastic horse barrier.

"Esto es como la torta de cumpleaños, apenas más pequeña, o cualquier tipo de pastel que te guste. Hice esto con tú en mente." Memory tells him that she loves sweets (like most children) and loves rainbows, and is usually a little less guarded around him.

Memory cannot be trusted.

He shrugs a little. "Me llamo Cassian. Tú padre no es un muy buen cocinero, así."