A bite of one cake. A bite of the other. Then the first again. She alternates with extreme care and precision, watching Sabrem with almost as much focus. Then she sniffles loudly, because today is a day where even the good things don't quite go right. 

She exhales sharply through her nose. Another bite of each cake; she's more than through her fair share at this point. The fork goes down two more times anyway. 

"So... anyway, Seventy Four right? It's, you know, it's a... a romance drama set against the backdrop of that one stock market crash? With the virus? That's, yeah, that's how come the title. So like, yeah, the protagonist is, she's fictional by the way, it's not a real story, but she's a trader named Alys Mayer who makes this huge computing error at the beginning of the movie that costs her firm almost 40 billion dollars in the span of an hour. It sinks her entire division and gives Crown and Slate this overlarge market share in a space they... well I mean, the business scenes are really boring but that's not what the movie's about. The thing is, I mean like, why it's good is, you know, getting to see her life fall on this sad, beautiful arc. 

'Cause, like, she's on top of the world, you know? Power suits and her apartment in the opening scene is just, like... wow. Gorgeous. And then she loses it all, bit by bit, till you hit that scene in the park where she's surrounded by all these people she used to know, used to identify herself by how she measured up to them... and she's the only one there getting rained on. And all she wants to do is get her boyfriend to turn around and acknowledge her! And then he doesn't and there's this just phenomenal close-up zoom onto her face with the rain blending against the tears on her face, and wow wow wow! But I mean... no, I shouldn't spoil you. But yeah. Yeah."

One last bite of the store cake. One last bite of the genuine one. The former is absurdly delicate and fluffy, with flavors that dance on the tongue and don't overwhelm her with sweetness even though the only sweets she's had in a year have been Sara's breath mints and the occasional tanghulu when the commissary was taking requests. The latter is... well, that's the lesson, isn't it? You aren't good at the things you don't practice. 

"I just... you don't look like you watch a lot of movies. But you should watch that one. You'd... you'd like it."

Maybe Sara would like it too. She should ask.