The cake "taste" is so bad Setsuna's murmured "Mm, thank you," is less a conscious effort to be grateful and more a reflexive burst of relief at being handed the liquid refreshment necessary to at the very least wash some of it down and maybe also by some miracle dissolve what refuses to un-stick itself from inside her mouth.

She all but chugs the cider down, gasping for air after. "Thank you," she says, again, this time intentionally. "It's ... not very good cake, unfortunately. If I didn't know any better, having this be part of the welcoming party might make me feel threatened."