[ She pauses, looking up from where she was rearranging plates and frowns slightly. ]

It doesn't have a fuckin' thing to do with your age or maturity, Cake. Its not about me thinkin' you're a baby that needs an ass-pat and burp. Its about me bein' concerned about my friends.

But whatever.

[ She shrugs, waving a hand dismissively. ]

You'll take it however you want. [ She remarks in parting, grabbing the cart and pushing it down the hall. ]