[His cake days are covered because he's literally carrying a cake SCP, but also sometimes he has to add cake to the cake dimension himself. It's a containment duty (maybe). Friday is, of course, always a great excuse for any number of things, but especially here.

He tilts his head to grin at her once she catches up, looking pleased with the company and the scenery and just generally having a good time this fine Sunday.]

The breeze always feels great on Sundays, and the food even tastes better.

What do you think?