Luke's nostrils flare at the scent of cheesecake somewhere in the midst of all the other food smells that seem to have permeated all of Semele's. He turns, trying to locate its origin, which is surprisingly hard with this many scents on the air, even for a werewolf, but eventually he finds a woman who seems to be eating some and imagines she'll have a better idea where to get it.

"Is that cheesecake?" he asks when he approaches her, then shakes his head, looking faintly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, that's hardly the right way to greet someone you've never met before."