O-oh, when you put it that way... Chris' fork clattered to the table as he tried to convince himself his heart wasn't beating faster just from ingesting the cake. No, that was just the nerves of impending death. He could breathe through this. Maybe. Closing his eyes only brings to mind various ways in which his organs could be failing him at this exact moment in time.

"I guess it's a good thing I didn't let you eat it alone, then," Chris finally managed, uncomfortably, looking like he might actually want to throw up.