"It will be better quality than anything else they've had their entire lives." Neit smiled, placing a slender palm on both of Tuupli's cheeks. Being at the taller end of the Drow female spectrum, she was probably one of the few people who both could and would dare act so intimate. "I mean, that's a honest fact... Because what competition is there, even? Ha."
She looked away for two seconds, in order to jab her fingers in another servant's face. This time the oversize desert was some kind of red jelly and cream deal. Hugging it closely with a sharp smile on her face, the lithe thing then ducked back into Tpuuli's underarm area and offered the thing up to the massive wall of a woman. "You want some?... What even is this?..."