The Carebear chuckled, rocking back and forth with his hands on his belly. The heart shaped icon jiggling as his soft innards bounced about.

"Bearbear, I like that and it really is a delicious looking cake."
Then he heard Rhys suggestion of finding parents.
"Oh..."
Turning his tiny black beads of eyes to Tina he began to scrape the frosting off the cake with his paw.

"... I think we'll be alright. After all, what harm ever came from cakes?"
He smeared the frosting into his mouth and began to chew. Mashing the sugary cream into bits as yet more dribbled onto the floor where a tiny mound of uneaten and ruined food was beginning to form under him.
"Right Tina?"

The fullness of his mouth did not seem to impede his powers of speech at all.