Hey, hey, relax Heather. I know you're not a little girl. I'm thirty, to me eighteen is young. Nothing against you.

[With the find of cake, any disclaimers are forgotten. He brightening up a little, the roadie approaching the blond teenager.] Wouldn't be the first time we've had to eat something stale in this place. [Eddie's meddling with the food at least made it taste less stale-ish.]