So maybe Danny's not entirely convinced that staying is the best idea but he finds himself at the table before he even realizes he's moved.

"Okay, this was supposed to be dessert," he points out, picking up a knife to slice. "But I can break with tradition. I'm cool. Say when." He's made one incision and now he's slowly moving the knife around the cake, flicking up his gaze up to Mindy every split second to wait for her word.