On Friday, somebody in the office had a birthday. There was dessert hanging out on the front counter as a result, slightly less than a quarter of store-bought chocolate cake, with the anti-flavor but oh-so-pretty icing. I looked at the confection long and hard, then decided that as I had already eaten two candy bars prior to this in the day, I should restrain myself from partaking of this new temptation.
But then the no-nonsense secretary lady said that she was going to throw the remains out unless someone took them, and everyone looked at me. I hemmed and hawed, and I tried to say no.
... but I took the cake. Even if the frosting tastes of nothing, it's still cake.