• When Niles entered from the kitchen, Daphne was fiddling with one of Frasier's African fertility statues. She was pretending to be busy because, in all honesty, she had left the kitchen so fast that she'd forgotten to take the cake forks with her. She glanced at Niles out of the corner of her eye to see if he had brought them. He had. He was always so thoughtful.

"Ah, the forks. Thanks Niles! At least some of us will be eating in a civilised manner!" Frasier emphasised, obviously directed at his father whom had been allowing Eddie to lick some of the cake from his plate. "Ah, Fras, people need a few germs here and there to keep the immune system strong," said Martin. "It's true. It's how vaccines work," agreed Niles ironically as he began wiping down the forks in an obsessive manner, even though they were brand new and had just been taken out of the packaging.

Frasier rolled his eyes. "Daphne, what is going on with you tonight? Are you sure you're alright?" he said, deciding not to show his annoyance at his father and brother. Niles looked at her once more and his ears perked. "Oh Dr. Crane, she said shaking her head and forcing a smile. "I don't know what you mean! I'm fine. The attention should be on you! It is your birthday after all!" she said and patted him on the shoulder as she moved past him to cut the cake.

"Yeah, well, when you start celebrating the big numbers like me, you do what you can to make people forget you're getting old!" remarked Martin with a chuckle. "I. beg. your. pardon?!" Frasier retorted, wide eyed, "I am not getting old, nor am I attempting to divert attention, dad!" Martin took a sip of his Balantine, knowing Frasier was just getting started. "I was merely making an observation as to the shift in Daphne's social behaviour and demeanour. I AM, after all, a noted Seattle psychiatrist, in case you hadn't noticed with your beer goggles on!" Martin flashed Daphne a look, knowing that like him, she never enabled this kind of behaviour from the Crane boys. She sat down next to him and touched his arm gently, pointing to the cake as if to ask whether he'd like another piece. He nodded as Frasier continued rambling off on a tangent.

Just as she plated a slice for herself and took her first bite, she noticed Niles moving to sit in the open seat next to her. "You changed your mind?" he asked. She looked at him questioningly. "You're having dessert," he clarified while taking a slice for himself. "Oh. Yes," she smiled and looked into his eyes, immediately noticing how blue and clear they really were. "I couldn't resist," she said as she poked at the cake with her fork without looking, suddenly forgetting that she was supposed to be eating it and not playing with it.