I have way too much fun with food in Duskwall. An excerpt from the play report:
So, Wolfram went to a baker and ordered him to make a fantastic black cake with off-white frosting as a gift for the Dimmer Sisters. The baker did not make the cake black enough, so Wolfram beat him up and dragged him to another bakery, so his failure would be instructive. The second baker did a fantastic job, now the top of the list for all Wolfram’s baking needs.
They went to dinner the following night, meeting Marcy once more as they passed the guardian hellhounds. The sisters were dressed one black one white, and greeted them warmly in an intimate dining environment. A dolphin was put on the table with flaps cut in the side with their portions of fantastically cooked dinner in compartments in the body. After a hearty meal, they enjoyed the cake, which oozed red filling that was just delicious with a hint of copper in the “cherry” flavor.
The whole dolphin bit is just wrong. Hysterical but wrong. 😉
It’s tuna-safe dolphin.
But the question is how much more black could the cake have been?
(This is what, in the industry, they call a straight line)