Ptricia pushed down with the knife, and cut a neat wedge out of his midriff. She lifted it away on the cake knife, and poured out some tea. "There, that didn't hurt, did it?"<br/><br/>It hadn't, as a matter of fact. Yoshi had felt the cold metal of the knife passing threough his body, but that's all it was, pressure. And even now, he could feel the air movement as she transferred the wedge to an empty part of the tray.<br/><br/>She took up the cake wedge in one hand, and the mug in the other, and chomped it, chewing and savouring the cake in her mouth. She swallowed, and took a sip of tea. "Mmmm! Vanilla sponge?"