Vahvuus makes a face at that; praying to Empyreans just sounds weird, though he's not entirely sure where the feeling is coming from. There's just something instinctively wrong with the idea, and he's quietly glad that Sorey doesn't do it- or require it of him.

Since there's nothing really to wait for after all, he goes ahead and takes his first bite. As soon as the flavours touch his tongue he closes his eyes, chewing slowly to savour it, and a smile creeps steadily across his lips. It's sweet and tender, with that perfect crunch of the pastry... so good. As soon as he swallows he's taking another bite, eager to get that taste back in his mouth, not even pausing to comment on it.

Suffice to say, he likes it.