Kerrigan took the plate with some care, balancing it in the palm of her hand for a moment before setting it down; first, she had to pour River a glass. The changeover was a little awkward.

Eventually, though, River had a green glass of neon green fizz, and she had a cake she was... very... carefully tackling with a fork.

A regular fork. She didn't really have any cake forks. "Thanks," she said.