"Thank you," she replies with a courteous dip of her head out of habit. As soon as he's finished, she waits for some kind of cue out of him, but receives none. He won't touch his cake. This devolves into an awkward spell of blinking and smiling at each other across the table expectantly.

Well, Slaine? Eat your cake!!

Asseylum notices then that he, too, seems to be waiting for her to try it, so she breaks the social impasse. Embarrassed, she admits with a simper, "I'm... not sure which method is more proper. Is this finger food? Or..."