"I'm sure it would," Julian replied, turning his nose up at the cake. He was sure it was delicious, but he had lost his appetite for some reason. Julian set the cake down on the table, then searched for the nearest napkin, paper towel, or anything else that he could use. His eyes landed on a dish towel hanging next to a sink, and he reached out to grab it. It was damp with some unidentified moisture. Ewww.

Instead, a quick rummage through the cabinets under the sink produced several dry towels, and after using one to dry his hands, Julian carefully walked over to Madeline. "Here, let me clean that up for you," he said softly, wiping the spat-out cake into the towel. The knife was kept out of her view as much as possible, but always at the ready in case she made a sudden move. "Men, huh? Never clean up after themselves." A quick check of the towel confirmed the ring, and he stepped back again slowly. "Well, thanks for finding my girlfriend for me. I'll get out of your hair now."