The arrival of the ogre surprises Gregory, though the treats she offers surprises him even more. "Really and truly?" he asks hesitantly. "They look...so..." He reaches for the plate to pull it towards him, staring hungrily as if his appetite were renewed completely.
With a utensil he slices into the moist...the only word he could think of as cake, putting it to his nose for a sniff. The rich sweetness fills his nose and lungs and he is slave to its scent. Popping the morsel into his mouth he chews decadently, savoring the flavor and sweetness. "Roofs and ramparts..." he exclaims in awe. "Delicious. Who has crafted this perfect culinary confection? My compliments I wish to bestow," he says addressing the ogre.