"Is that all I'm good for, huh? I'm good for cake-baking, and if you make a single joke about me being the wife, there will be hell to pay, Steven," Danny warns, shooting a curious look at Neil for about a half a second as a thought comes to mind, but he dismisses it with a shake of his head. That's for Steve to decide, in the long run. "You heard the man," Danny says, taking out the grenade cake carefully and setting it on the counter. "First, biggest slice," he says, cutting the whole pin of the grenade off, swiping his finger through the frosting and sucking it off with a smirk as he hands over plate, fork, and cake to Steve.