[ ahahaha. there's an amused smile at that, as he lifts up his fork and-- ]

Sure. I can't ignore a command from the Queen of this castle, can I?

[ god, stop. leo's own cake is yellow-y, accented with a fair bit of purple berries inside. blackberries, maybe? biting into it... mm, it's good, and his little hum of approval is definitely proof of that-- ]

It's lemon... Like yours, maybe? [ d'uh ] Pound cake... with blackberries? Yummy, and not stale at all!

[ and also not poisoned, maybe, since he's not keeling over just yet? anyway, he's pushing the plate a little closer to aerith, in case she wants to try it for herself. ]