The last of the dishes for the day clean, Heather trots over to Chris and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.<br/>"I know how you feel, Chris.  I remember on my tenth birthday, my Mother promised me I'd be getting a chocolate cake that night after diner.  I couldn't concentrate all day," Heather is lost for a moment in memory, "You and I are one and the same, Chris!  We share the eternal burden of the hopelessly romantic!  Or very hungry..."