Peridot just watches the food item splat on the floor. She's spitefully amused for about two seconds thinking that at least the fae are going to have to clean up after any messes they make, before she realizes that they'll probably just get their changeling slaves to do it or something.

"I'm pretty sure you'd have to physically attack someone to really get into trouble," she snorts, picking the thing up and surreptitiously putting it back on the platter. Maybe one of them will eat it by accident.

She frowns quietly, and then says: "Hey... Can I ask you something?"