"I can imagine. I know some desserts on Earth can be very strong." Puck could think of at least three with some version of the name Death By Chocolate, all of them challenges from the idea of sugar itself, angry at the hubris of mortals but disguised as special occasion desserts. He finished one of the cakes in a few more bites and nodded.

"I don't want to say there won't be any left, so I won't say that." Puck got up long enough to grab some cups for the mead and then sat back down, pouring equal amounts into each cup. "Honey on top of honey. Somewhere, bees are thrilled."