he's a glutton. He will get a stomach ache if he eats it all by himself. :I

he'll get fat and gross if he does.

can't argue with either of you. His mouth is full.

might or might not want some cake. :I

might share if she promises not to rat

him out to West next time he doesn't eat his vegetables.

might just comply, if only he shares the cake.

squints at her, appraising, then picks up a bit of the cake and thrusts it at her. ...in the general area of her mouth, so she'd better-

open up or risk getting it all over her face. It's going on her nose anyhow.

does open her mouth, yes; it's bad enough that she is getting cake on her nose or something. Nice aim, Gilbert. She would also appreciate it

if he did not laugh at the fact that she nearly choked just now. :I

going to laugh. Just give him a second to lean back and get the full effect. But if it's any comfort, he'll end up choking on his own-

bite anyway. And hacking so hard his face turns red. "....good shit!"

tries to wipe the cake from her nose and mouth - and yes, that's a comforting thought; at least fate came back to bit him in the ass, but-

still. "Can't you eat normal?"

stuffs another bite in his mouth and nods emphatically.

throws him a dirty look. "Jerk." But damn, that cake is good. :I

pushes the box a few inches over in her direction.

arches an eyebrow but reaches over to take a piece of cake from the box. Is Gilbert being generous? The world must be coming to an end.

a lot of cake. A *lot* of cake. Diabetes-inducing levels of cake. His reasoning for thieving it is that he's saving Roderich from-

having to suffer through Elizaveta eating it all, gaining seventy pounds, and then spending every waking moment complaining about her ass.

briefly wonders if he's not worried about getting sick or his stomach bursting from eating so much cake or something. And sir, if that was

meant to be a joke, Eva is pretty damn unimpressed. No, that wasn't a snort, that was your imagination.

smirks. He totally heard that. And he's just going to eat this *one* cake right now, not all of them, crazy lady. Though it's real-

touching you're so worried about him. Gives him a nice warm feeling deep down. ...that or the cake.