Devika was sweaty and tired, also getting a bit sore. But she also felt rather proud of herself. She snickered faintly after Flood brought out the cake. Why he'd been in the kitchen, she wasn't even going to ask. "Well, thanks, Suzie, wherever you are." She cut it into thick slices and dug in. "Can I ask you a question? And hopefully you won't be completely pissed off and/or offended?"

(I think she'd say that as 'and slash or'. Devika's weird.)