“What, what is this?”  
[A cake, your Majesty.]  
“There’s no grain left on the planet.”  
[I made it special!]  
“There’s poison in this, isn’t there? Some odd biological agent, or, or chemical weapon, or something.”  
[Nope.]  
“How did you make this?”  
[Caves.]  
“Ca— hold a moment, caves?”  
[You can grow plants in caves. It’s warmer underground.]  
“I. What?”  
[You can also synthesize sunlight.]  
“Hhhhhow do you do this, exactly?”  
[Well, first, magic.]  
“…And?”  
[More magic!]  
“Oh holy night this is not the mystery I wanted today…”

“I don’t know if I should kill you or ban you to the moon”

“You just disgust me.”