[You know, the kitchen's not a bad idea after all of that excitement and what seems to have been an endless meeting that went to a lot of places. Sometimes when you get blindsided by an alarming ghost and a bunch of revelations you just get hungry.

So here Anon is, passing her in the kitchen and blinking for a moment. He looks from the cake to her and looks distinctly unsurprised. There's a quirk of a smile.]

You really do like sweet things, huh? What kind of cake is there?