Grantaire

Xie Lian carefully avoids the subject of Sunny's length of afterlife in front of her adoptive father by taking a bite of the cake. It's rich, and flavored with something he is coming to know as chocolate, but there is also a bit of a vegetal note. The texture is not unlike the marvelous wobbly gelatin cakes he and Susan had so enjoyed at the wedding, if firmer and a bit grittier. "How lovely," he says, once he's swallowed. "What do you call it?"