A slice of cake.

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Served by the butler for Lord Henry's brother, no doubt.

 

Lord Tristan is always enjoying the best life has to offer without a care for life's responsibilities.

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There it sits. ​

Moist. ​

Delicious. ​

Entirely irrelevant to this mystery. ​

 

But you decide it's too enticing to ignore and eat it anyway.