"You made a cake?" See, that was so thoughtful that Faye already barely knew what to do with herself. "You didn't have to make a cake for me! I mean. What kind of cake is it? And what kind of food?"

A great way to keep Faye from descending helplessly into awkwardness (or, worse yet, bolting,
but she was pretty committed to not fleeing today, probably) was to distract her with food. Kind of a tried and true method of keeping her on track.