[Deep breath. Reaches for the cake. Takes it, hesitantly. Mutters something almost completely under his breath about heroes and challenges and not backing down from them. He's girding his loins, at least metaphorically because doing it literally would be weird right now.
And then a fork of cake is scooped up and he stares at it and sees within it his doom. It goes inside of his mouth.
He has a very weird expression upon taking a bite. He is unsure.]
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And then a fork of cake is scooped up and he stares at it and sees within it his doom. It goes inside of his mouth.
He has a very weird expression upon taking a bite. He is unsure.]