[Clink, clank, shuffle, thump, whump, those are about the sounds that can be heard from the backroom as Eddie digs around. Eddie is a walking comedy act it seems.

A muffled 'Hot damn!' is heard next followed by a few more clinks and Eddie reemerges from the back room. He's obviously pleased with the find of another cake, this one considerably less stale, some plates and forks.]

Apparently we're going to be eating nothing but cake for today, I found another one. Hellva lot less stale in comparison to the first one. [He walks over, handing Heather her plate along with a fork, he setting the cake he found off to the side of the table, the roadie taking a seat across from her.]