The birthday cake: Boiled chicken on top of freshly baked bread, with a cucumber candle...

"All I can eat?? Really?? Must've died and gone to Hammy Heaven..."

"That's the chicken all taken care of... Now, we can't leave this behind..."

"Seems nice and spongey... perhaps I can pouch it in one go?"

"Yes! I did it!"

"Ahem... may I go back inside now, please? I have some cargo to unload... just some things for later... if I get peckish in the middle of the night, you know..."