"Hm...." The crinkling of plastic bags can be heard as the sin worked deftly to untie the knot. The knot unraveled easily with a few tugs and pulls, and the sin slipped it off, revealing a clear, plastic container that held a grand, elegantly decorated cheesecake. Swirls of red-violet raspberry jam decorated the surface, blending in beautifully with the light cream filling. The edges were lined with puffs of whipped cream, piped neatly to look like little white roses. The entire cake was dusted with tiny shavings of white chocolate, which the sin thought it could've done without, appearance-wise, but since everything was eventually going to end up in his stomach, he supposed that it didn't matter. The cake definitely wasn't bought for aesthetic purposes anyways. 

He skipped the whole cutting and plating process, simply opting to just dig a fork into the cake and eat away. From his position on the plush, red, velvety couch, he could feel the building tension in the atmosphere and hear the slowly brewing competition. Apparently, someone had steered the once casual conversation down the "I'm-better-than-you-guys" path (probably Pride), and now everyone was scrambling to prove that they were better, without actually stating it, of course. Gluttony listened quietly as he ate, judging each of their statements within the safe confines of his own mind. Mentally, he tried to prove himself as well.