When I was younger we were at a week-long "summer" camp called Junalaska that we went to because our Methodist church always went every year. We only went one year, and it was a better experience than one other camp we went to. I actually had my birthday during one of the days and during one of the meals they called me and some girl up because it was our birthdays. After some kind of "celebration" that lasted less than three minutes I got a plate with a birthday brownie on it. I never really liked brownies (I like fudge much better) but I ate it anyway. I didn't know quite what to do with the plate as it wasn't paper or styrofoam like the rest we used. I was too shy to ask and nobody ever told me nothing about it. So I just left it somewhere near the cafeteria outside as that's where we were when I was done. I figured if they wanted it back, they'd find it.