Patience was a virtue that Tetradore regarded with entirely mixed feelings. There was no denying he held an almost exorbitant amount of fortitude, particularly when he came to that lanky deviant that had become his closest companion. With Tobias, he was gently willing to coax, explain and re-explain a hundred times over till he was confident the young man held at least some tendril of understanding. With sweets, however, it was an entirely different story. Waiting for cakes to cool or icing to be slathered upon those fluffy substances was quite akin to torture, even as he eyed that chocolate with a sense of longing. Truly, the man wasn't often this pathetic in the presence of chocolate cake and yet, tonight, the alcohol that laced his system had prompted a desire within him for sweets that could simply not be quenched. That sudden declaration that her cake required candles, however, caused those striking emerald eyes to stare at her in a hint of disbelief. And here he thought she didn't want to celebrate her birthday! Frankly, he wasn't even sure if they HAD candles for cakes. They weren't terribly a celebratory bunch. After all, Tobias hardly knew when his birthday was, Tetradore had never told a soul about his own and Raven....well....maybe they should celebrate Raven's birthday. That seemed like something she would like.

He blinked those thoughts away, his gaze refocused upon those eyes that stared at him in some....bizarre challenge. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet, Tetradore only shrugged ever so slightly before he slid off of the counter in search of some sort of candle like....thing. He tore open the drawers of the kitchen with little regard for orderliness or their contents. Rather, Tetradore merely glanced at their contents before moving on to the next....and the next...and the next until....Aha! It certainly wasn't the sort of candle he suspected she wanted, considering it hardly represented her true age. At least he'd managed to find her something, right? That had to count. He plucked that number two from the depths of that drawer only to place that number on the top of that rich, chocolate colored cake. His other hand reached forward to effortlessly flick at that lighter, setting the wax wick on fire. Tetradore placed the lighter down beside the cake, only for his arms to cross over his chest, those vibrant eyes once again merely stared at her in anticipation of that birthday ritual. The silence he was regarded with, however, prompted Tetradore to offer her those two words of celebration - 'Happy Birthday'. It was, admittedly, the most she would get from him. Tetradore was definitely not a singer.

It hardly took much longer for her to blow out that candle and soon, with fork in hand, Tetradore was finally allowed to take a slice of that deliciously warm chocolate. The taste alone prompted a soft "Mmmm" from his lips as he all but savored that flavor. The man had few qualms with simply indulging in that cake without taking a proper piece like Raven so insisted they do. The cake was absolutely fantastic and, frankly, Tetradore was rather certain the results of tonight served for a rather decent birthday. He watched as Calliel's eyes started to droop with heaviness and franky, Tetradore could hardly blame her for it. Bed was starting to sound....welcoming to say the least. His gaze rose at the sound of her voice and yet, the prospect of aspirin caused his head to tilt to the side in consideration. "I think they have some at the medic area, just ask the healer at the side of the ring for some before you leave. She'll get you some." Maybe he'd get himself a little piece for upstairs before he fell into bed. That sounded like quite the good idea. After all, it would probably be gone by tomorrow anyways.