This year for Lilly’s recent birthday, we didn’t buy her a cake. Her mother made her one. Pear slices on top, creme inside. Most delicious. Want candles, or at least a candle? I asked. The answer: No, that would just be birthday frippery. But she didn’t use that word; she might not know it. Would be good to know for the ACT and its ilk, so I’ll ask her about it.