Any Volunteers?

Jin Jiuchi swallowed the cake all too soon before delicately licking the cream from his fingers. Yet as expected, it did not manage to satisfy him and instead left him wanting for more. With a hopeful expression, he asked the host of the tea party, "Can I have more?"

It was apparent that the cake he ate was normal. 

Gu Luoxin collapsed into his seat, taking in huge gulps of hair as he had forgotten to breathe earlier. Meanwhile, Shen Nianzu discreetly tucked away the healing prop he had been clutching in his hand, just in case Jin Jiuchi suddenly showed signs of food poisoning. 

"Oh, I really love your enthusiasm, but…" Mad Hatter removed his hat and pressed it against his chest in a gesture of regret. "I'm afraid our desserts are limited, and wouldn't it be no fun if some guests don't get their share?"