[For but a brief moment, Dion pulls from Joshua's side. The cup is set down on the bedside table. He makes a note to clean it up properly in a short while, but he's far too caught up in conversation to stand now. Rather, he settles back down at Joshua's side once more, very deliberate about it all this time.

To Clive, though, he makes a face.]

I daresay you are the winner here. [The sauce served with his snails was at least somewhat palatable. He can't imagine how one might serve a scorpion tail in any appealing way.]

Make no mistake, though. The cakes which you describe were awful. Though I would expect no less than someone so vehemently opposed to carrots, of all things.