Fozzie: Is there any cake left? Ru: The triple-chocolate truffle cake, the banana split cake or the lemon-coconut chiffon cake? Fozzie: Um...yes? Ru: Um...yes. What'll you have? Fozzie: Some of each. Ru: Coming right up. Fozzie: Is there any soda left? Ru: No. There's...er...limeade--not so good with cake, s0me root beer and some stuff from Gina and Newsie. How do you feel about ginger ale? Fozzie: Suspicious. Ru: No, honey. Real ginger ale. Want some? I think there's still ice in the bath tub. Piggy: (sailing into the room in a cloud of steam, a huge Turkish towel piled on her head) Not anymore! Oh--cake! How lovely! Thank vous! Fozzie (starting to protest but thinking better of it when Ru winks at him and deftly dishes him up another heaping stack of cake) Um, yeah. Cake. Kermit: (wandering in rubbing his neck) Did I hear you say cake? Ru: The joy of leftovers. Kermit: Um, any appetizers left? Ru: Define appetizers. Kermit: Any of those, um, mini-quiches? The ones with the-- Ru: (interrupting him) I know the ones you mean. Surprisingly, those were all leftover after the party. Not a big hit with the crowd. There all yours, Kermit, dear. Fozzie: Um, I'll take a couple. Piggy: Ugh. Ru: (gently) People like what they like, Piggy. Piggy: (eating cake and watching Kermit) True. Very true. Ru: So, when are you going to "spa"? That was a pretty nice little present from Countie and his minions. Piggy: (snorting) Don't let Deadly hear you calling him a minion. Things could get ugly. Ru: Nonsense. He's always been a perfect gentleman. Did you see my lovely flowers? (points to spray of flowers on the center of table) Those were from Ed and Deadly and company. Piggy: (plucking a daisy from the centerpiece) They are lovely. And I will say that Deadly never leaves the apartment without his scales shined. Well, I can't spa tomorrow. Maybe Saturday. Want to come have a mani-pedi with me? Ru: Have to teach. Thanks all the same. Kermit: How's school coming? Ru: The teaching part of the writing papers part? Kermit: Both, I guess. Ru: Teaching great. Paper writing is slow. Fozzie: But you love to write, Ru. You're always writing something on that laptop of yours. Kermit: Yeah--about that. I've been meaning to ask you--again. What is it you write about all the time? Ru: Whoo--look at the time. Gotta catch some zzzzs. (She sprints for her bedroom.) Kermit: (making a scrunchy face) One day I'm gonna find out.