"Butter..." you stammer. "Chocolate..."
"Take your time," she smiles like sweet milk.
"I..." You can't find words rich enough. "Who are you?"
"We are Servants of YUM," her voice melts like candy floss.
"Like the Whatevers of Madness or People of Turmoil?"
"We are devoted to the great YUM. You. Us. Me. We seek unity with all through the celebration of pleasure. Mostly snacks."
"I do enjoy a sweet treat."
"I'm happy to show you. We can start in the kitchen, cookbook library, or great hall."