Uriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. There was cake? I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriah’s. Yeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it, he says. You can have a few bites of mine. A few bites? So you’re planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself? Yes. He looks confused. Why? Never mind.