[Billy's gaze darts down briefly, lips curving back into a smile, and pulls his finger out, leaning back in his seat.]

Well, if you've got better ideas, feel free to inspire me later. For now, though, I think the knife is hot enough to cut it.

[He pulls it out of the water and wipes it down with the towel; sure enough, it feels pretty toasty. He offers it out to Teddy in case he wants to help himself.]

So, birthday boy, how much of it do you want? Half? Three-Quarters? Or do I just get a couple crumbs off the end?