"Seven"
Her cake was gone very quickly. Seven ate in a meticulous manner, not letting a single crumb or drop of sauce spill over the side of her spoon. It also was, for being so fast, very coordinated. She didn't make a mess, and nothing would ever indicate she had eaten anything remotely messy by the time she was said and done. Not even a smudge on her lips.
"Thank you for... sharing this with me," Seven offered, clearing her throat and composing herself again. "I suppose I... just never thought about the recreational applications of cooking..."
She had only ever cooked to survive after all. There wasn't room for such things amongst those of the dark.