Oh! There's a layered cake we've got like that back home, [the Tevinter word Myr uses is placenta so, thanks, translation spell, for not making this awkward,] though it's got cheese in it.

[He takes a healthy bite of the piece he's holding and chews it with rapt concentration. Definitely better than half-bad, if his expression's anything to go on.]

Oh, that is good. I'm giving you more honey. And you ought to have more--

[The look on his face is mostly sly but also a little sad.] If we were really Faunish about it I'd feed it to you, but then we'd get it everywhere.

[Hard to do that with someone you can't see and don't know well physically--yet.] And that would be a waste and a tragedy. [He munches down the last bite of his piece and licks his fingers by way of emphasis.]