Chop holds out his hand. A piece of white-frosted chocolate cake appears with a flash, landing in his hand.
You happen to remember that, at your last birthday party, a piece of cake disappeared suddenly in the manner that things suddenly disappear when you appearify them elsewhere/when. You've known since then that you would probably, at some point, be responsible for that. You guess today is that day.
You, of course, lack the foresight to have gotten a plate or utensils first, so you just eat it out of your hand. Like you give a shit. Who's gonna make you eat neatly?
It looks like AT is pestering you, which is strange. She's supposed to be asleep, isn't she?