[Poggio]

He was being assaulted by eyes of doom. Normally they did not work on him, but something about the boy happy manner made him want to agree to anything. He grabbed his head and planted a kiss on his fore head. "If the Cake is not on fire, then I promise something will be on fire." He said jokingly wondering if it was possible to get fireworks this late in the year. At least a cake with sparklers.