She has not yet borne witness to that incriminating memory of Slaine's; otherwise, a pang of heartbreak would have overcome her just contemplating the man she now has mixed feelings toward. Instead, she giggles as though they are renegade children skipping school and picks up a fork.

"I may as well eat my first petit four properly," she decides. Here she goes...!

Asseylum breaks the cake in half with her fork, lifts it up, and pops it in her mouth. After a couple of seconds, her face brightens up so much, it could light the way for ships at night. Her hand cups her mouth to avoid spillage as she sings its praises.

"If's... delishish!"