Moira watches James sit down, pulled in by the cake as though it were an ocean tide. She can't blame him for it, really. They haven't eaten in ages and James hasn't gotten the chance to drink anything. She watches, waiting for the right time when the other woman, some kind of ruse for something more sinister, almost certainly, is distracted enough not to notice her.

"Yes, just...lurking beneath the surface, so to speak," the woman offers him a charming smile, the kind of smile that promises much more than cake and comfort. "Well, that's the tricky part. It's actually not far from here, but you have to walk through a nest of bees to reach it. Eat your cake and gather your strength, sweetheart. You're gonna need it."