"Thanks, Mom," he says sarcastically, then immediately regrets - then, nearly as immediately, decides he shouldn't have to regret it. It'd be Leave It to Beaver absurdity even if William were right there with them, and Scully knows it. "Do you want the rest of yours?"

Or should he swoop it up along with his and the rest of the cake? He has the vague idea of sneaking into an office someplace in town, or maybe the teachers' lounge of an elementary school, and leaving it as an offering. Or putting slices wrapped in wax paper in the mailboxes of all their neighbors. There's no way in hell they can actually finish it.