Puck's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting such a high number, and once he was at the table, he would wait for Loki to sit before sitting next to him. "A dozen! I was expecting.. four, maybe five at the most. Well, I certainly don't expect you to do that now."

He picked up one of the cakes, had a bite, and nodded at the taste. It wasn't the kind of sweetness that could knock someone metaphorically over. Puck could easily see having more before all of it landed at once. He chewed, swallowed and spoke after.

"I'm glad you're not, I'd hate to try explaining what ginger ale is and hoping I could find some for the resulting stomachaches."