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“Peanut butter and jelly please Danno.”
“You want a PBJ birthday cake?”
“Pleeeeease? Uncle Steve got a grenade cake.”
“You weren't suppose to know about that.”
“Kono showed me the photos.”
~#~
“How am I supposed to buy a cake that doesn’t even exist, Steve?” Danny smoothed his hair back with one hand as they squatted behind a pile of crates.
“You have no sense of adventure, Danno.” Steve ran forward and let forth a volley of shots, and Danny followed.
~#~
“It’s harder to make a cake than I thought.” Steve had flour on his face, and the kitchen table was scattered with baking detritus. A smell of burning permeated the house.
“I knew it was impossible,” Danny sighed. He flinched as he reviewed what he’d just said. “No, Steven, that is not a challenge.”
~#~
“That’s amazing, Danno!” Grace bounced excitedly after taking the first bite of her PBJ birthday cake. “It tastes just like a PBJ sandwich and it’s a cake!”
“Don’t thank me, Monkey, thank your Uncle Steve.” Danny’s smile matched his daughter’s.
“But he’s asleep on the sofa, Danno.”
“He might have been up a little late last night working on that cake. You can thank him later.”