"I don't know how old you are exactly," Angel said to Connor.
"It hard to keep track of years on Quor'toth," Connor admitted. "Dad—I mean Holtz estimated about eighteen years passed."
"Well, in this dimension you were born one year ago today." Angel opened up a Tupperware container and pulled out a cupcake. "Happy birthday, Son."
Connor took the cupcake and sniffed it. "What is it?"
"In this dimension we celebrate birthdays with cake. Go on eat it."
Connor took a bite and his eyes lit up. Angel couldn't help but laugh when Connor smeared frosting on his nose.