"Did I make--? Heh. Oh no, I don't bake. Those were fabricated by the simulation," Anika replied, dropping her hand down into the table with her palm up by the beetle-like creature that was his DTF. An offer for it to crawl into her hand so she could get a better look at it.

"And drugged is the better way to put it rather than poisoned. It's not going to kill you," she continued. "I've not had it myself, but others have said the cake influences you. Different effects for different flavors. But you're a big man - perhaps it won't affect you."

Her eyes trailed over him with a hint of hunger. He was a very big man. "I'm Anika, by the way."