When Charlie heard that they were not supposed to eat the fondant dolls, he felt slightly relieved. Otherwise, if he really had to eat the fondant dolls of Quinn and himself when they were young, that would feel a little strange indeed.

Quinn, who was next to him, looked at him affectionately before she said softly, “Brother Charlie, I’ll sing you a happy birthday song like I always did when we were young! You can make a birthday wish while I am singing, and you can blow out the candles when I’