Maybe we could wait for somebody else to order them? [ She raises her eyebrows hopefully as she asks. ] That way, if they turn out to be made of nipples, we're not stuck with them - or with them stuck to our nipples!

[ Though her tuxedo t-shirt provides a decent enough shield from any wayward nipply buns - a thought Aerith takes some consolation in. Like how she's sat here enjoying this cake, she's taking her respite where she can while adrift in a sea of utter strangeness. ]

Are you a wildcard too?