[To prevent certain death at this juncture, Hythlodaeus does not speak immediately, but he does wet down the cookies with slightly too-hot tea. He chews the mushy mass, swallowing difficultly with a cough before he comes back up for air, then a laugh.]

Well, we've had our supper, so let us have our dessert now... Unless you would prefer I stepped back a bit. Are you hungry? I've halfway prepared some eggplant moussaka.