They don't know that -- they get into everything of mine, no matter what.

( He would have shared if Lalli hadn't been insistent it was his. Now...not so much.

Actually, he's not even sure he can eat this right now. His stomach twists a little, only obviously upset to him right now. )

I should probably eat something that isn't cake, first. ( Uncharacteristically suddenly absorbed in his health, Emil puts down his retrieved knife and looks at his cake solemnly.

Sorry to any roommates coming and going who get a glimpse of this gay melodrama. )