[ Something about the suggestion rubs him the wrong way — like the fact that he spent all day trying to get this right didn't tip Wally off that maybe, just maybe there was something about this that was bigger than a storebought cake. And maybe being annoyed is easier than being anything else right now. ]

Seriously? Buy you a cake? Right. Sure. Hey, Wally, I know you're my best friend, and we've saved each other's lives like two dozen times, and you spent all weekend freaking out and wondering if I was dead or kidnapped, so here, I spent twenty bucks on a cake. Because you're worth it.