"Eh, fair enough." Though... she thinks about that for a moment, frowning, then points at him. "Y'know, in America, apparently at Christmas people give each other these super dense fruitcakes, and everyone seems to hate those? Maybe those are like... the one bad kind of cake."

Fruitcakes absorbed all the badness of all cake. She's solved the cake puzzle.

"I mean, can you imagine eating cake underwater? That would be so gross, it'd be all soggy and like... falling apart."