*eager to taste the source of the delectable smell filling his nostrils, killua slices off a hefty chunk of the cake and chows down. expecting the deep, rich flavor of his favorite food, he's disappointed to find that the cake is totally bland, crumbling like raw flour on his tongue. he sticks his tongue out and lets the uneaten mass of it fall back onto the plate, disgusted. alluka must be messing with him.*

c'mon, really...? it tastes like paper...