"I have only heard of it or seen it in videos but I know what you speak of. Bioluminescence, yes?" When the waitress returned she ordered the cake with two forks. "You don't mind sharing do you?"

She hoped not. She was quite sick of being with men who only thought of themselves, what is mine is mine. Or quite literally smacking her hand away if she dared to take a fry from their plate. One piece of cake for them to share might be a test or just an act of rebellion only she knows about.