[He really didn't know what else to call it. It was green. It was gooey. It made for one helluva food fight. It wasn't extremely appetizing, but Coran insisted it was nutritious, at least.
He eyed the offered cake.]
Are you just going to keep giving me stuff?
[Because this was getting a little weird...
Still, he took the offered cake and looked it over. It didn't smell like any cake he recognized.]