Back at the cottage, Teresa was humming and lighting all fourteen candles on the cake, which was too tall, very crooked, and, of course, runny. She carefully lit each candle by breathing a puff of fire on them, "There! Whoop!" she said, quite satisfied, after she blew out the fire. Then she noticed the cake was starting to run and held it up with a broom. She turned to Bianca and asked, "Well, what do you think of it?" "Of course, dear. What do you think of the dress?" Bianca asked nervously. Teresa nodded. "Mm-hmm, I think so. What do you think, Abigail?" Abigail began, "While I..."