“How is your meal, darling?” Celestia asked, finishing the remains of her cake.

The cake in the chair refused to respond.

“Well, I never...” Celestia dismissed. “Are you even going to eat that?” she asked, pointing to the cake in front of him. Her date said nothing.

“No, 'tis not cannibalism when it’s delicious!” Celestia cried, narrowing her eyes. “You make me sick. Who wouldn’t eat a wonderful cake like that?” Her hoof shot forward, taking his meal. She ate it all in mere seconds. Her stomach growled; she hungered for more. Her date did look rather delicious...

Author's Notes:

Thank you Trials, you sick loon.