Puck laughed. "I can imagine both easily, and both fit you well. As far as being sneaky goes.." Puck rolled his shoulders in a lazy approximation of a shrug. "Of course we are. We're both tricksters. You don't get that title without knowing how to hide things."

Puck switched to Owen's voice suddenly. "Which I've already demonstrated nicely."

Puck wouldn't make himself sick on the cakes or mead, but he was enjoying both. The cup was finished and returned to the table. When he spoke again it was his normal voice. "Speaking of, I think Owen is due to show up again. I don't want him to be a wallflower, but he doesn't need to be the life of the party, either. I'll figure that out some other time."

The empty cup was refilled, and Puck eyed the next cake thoughtfully before simply throwing it into the mead. "Oh, why not? It can't hurt anything."