...I figure...well, I don't know. Maybe it might help a little. Plus its really good cake.

[Help a little with...what, though? It does seem a bit spontaneous, but somehow Astarte feels like its...a nice thing to do. Maybe to counteract all the terrible that the management's managed to incite. Kill with kindness. Or...the like.

Its silly, but its something, she supposes.]

This isn't your fault. Why would we be angry with you?