"Uriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. “There was cake?†I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriah’s. “Yeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it,†he says. “You can have a few bites of mine.†“A few bites? So you’re planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself?†“Yes.†He looks confused. “Why?†“Never mind."