[ Don't threaten him with a broken-hearted pawpaw!! Robby puts his hands up in defence, matched with the grin he can't really seem to get rid of. ]

I like the candles! My mom and me used to have one on our cakes, when we remembered them. [ Which wasn't all the time. ] And it was just one. And it was a cupcake than a big cake.

[ That might be lacklustre to a man like Mister LaRusso, but Robby still seems happy talking about it. There's the days where there wasn't even a cupcake (on the right day), but Robby can tuck those things away, too. ]

Most of the parties I went to...didn't have the parents around. [ He tips his head, wrinkles his nose around that pause, and he's sure that Mister LaRusso knows the kind of parties Robby's referring to. Louder music, no adults. No tooting shisa omens.

And he feels it's worth saying, regardless of all that-- ]

But--thanks. Cake for breakfast is pretty cool.