Something doesn't sound quite right about hair in bread, her nose wrinkling slightly. But it reminds her of the cat fur still clinging to her clothes, and she drops him back on the floor to try brushing off again.

"Death is a temporary experience that we suffer, some of us willingly. To provide heightened emotions as fuel to continue powering our existence upon the ship. Cake is simply one of the many byproducts of the power provided, a small unnecessary indulgence that helps us enjoy the fleeting moments we have left."