He himself picks up the next plate with a new flavor of cake on it, wondering who, if anyone, is going to come along to wash all the dishes.

He's prodding a bony finger into the cake to see what's hiding in there as he speaks, "Yᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs. I ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ sᴏ. I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ."