Botis listened to the explanation about cake, it was a strange concept to him but may be a more sweeter and tasteful version of a simple bread from what he concluded. He was excited to eat some cake, but hid that excitement from Ciara, after all he didn't want to show any soft side of himself, at least not yet at this point.

Cake seemed to be a thing that was commonly done by humans, a simple for of magic he supposed or possible that 'science' thing he once heard about, although cake may have been around for longer than he knows. Nonetheless it filled him with bittersweet determination. When he heard Ciara say to the little demons to use magic on fruit to make it ripe he was surprised. Never had he seen someone applying magic for such a silly thing. He was then requested by his mistress to get the bag of flouwer from the attic. At least he knew what flouwer was.

"Yes my lady." he said and bowed.

He probably didn't have to be so formal for such a silly request, but did so anyway for a reason he couldn't think of. He strolled to the attic and fetched the bag of flouwer to hand it over to his mistress. As was said was done and his mistress had the flouwer to prepare her cake.

"Something else you require... mistress?"