The Avatar of Gluttony, had no reason to bake treats for you every other day. He had no pressing motivation to make the items appealing or delicious for your plump lips. Yet he persisted.

When there was a sound at your door, in walked Beelzebub, his muscles bulging through his tight shirt. He gently placed a strawberry cake on your bed, and with a smile, declared, "Life is short. You must indulge, my darling.”

As if to prove his point, he stood, waiting for you to take the first slice.