Oh, right, yeah, he forgot she'd been from a time where they stopped bothering with cakes. That she was young enough not to have the context. "Looks...like cakes...used to way back...when."

One of the better side effects of his Cure is his syllable limit seems to have gone up. The stumbling pauses are still there, sure. But he can feel the cobwebs that used to block his thoughts and sentences starting to corrode, pathways opening up. His mouth feels less stiff. (He should know - the smile he returns feels less stiff).

"Thank...you..." R shuffles to the side so Ellie can check it out. "I could...try."

As if to prove it, he reaches down. His fingers slip against the knife's handle but eventually he gets it in his hand. The question is if Ellie wants a zombie brandishing a knife on her birthday...