"Stop thinking those thoughts you're thinking about me!" He pointed a finger at Zoe speculating with all certainty that she was thinking things he wouldn't like. He crossed his arms again like a grumpy child waiting patiently. Eventually he got up with the cake, displaying it proudly on the table. "You only get a piece if you say nice things about it." He'd gotten creative with it, like with doodles and poetry. Greed was a natural crazy man.