The gravy is buttery and rich and saved from being gelid by being piping hot. There's a sprig of marjoram in it for garnish.

"Y'know, in 18th century France,  they had a thing that was like a turducken but with like 17 different birds." 

"Is that what you'd like for your birthday?"

"Maybe. My capacity will probably be enough by then, but poultry isn't really my favorite. When I'm treating myself I usually go for steak or seafood."

"Ooh, have you had wagyu?"

"Don't think so, no. Is it as good as they say?"

"Oh, a lot of it's fraudulent. The real stuff is damn fine."

"Will have to try it then. Can I have some pink stuff, btdubs? Getting kinda full."

"'Course, sugarplum. I came prepared." Tum-stab.

"Owwwwahhhhh much better." Katie feasts with renewed vigor.

When they've demolished the turkey and all its contents it is time for cheesecake! The good news is Katie only gets one slice. The bad news is it's a slice that is also an entire quarter of a full sized pecan turtle cake.

Ooohhh man. Katie really made the right decision getting that shot of pink stuff. Does she get a spoon, or is she expected to eat this with her hands too?

The cheesecake comes with forks.

She can work with that. Down the hatch it goes.

The caramel sauce deserves a special commendation even against the backdrop of everything else the lair kitchen puts out.

And then they have triple layer chocolate cake with thick fudgy frosting an inch high between every tier and more on top under the pile of strawberries.

God it's SO sweet and SO rich and Katie is SO full. "More pink please?"

"You don't think you can get through it on your own?"

"I... I don't wanna take any chances."

"Too much of this stuff will give you colon cancer, you know. Not my favorite surgery."

"Oh. Shit. That's probably worse than vomiting, yeah " Slowly, and with much moaning in both pleasure and discomfort, she finishes the last of her dessert.

"My favorite surgery is doing cyborg brain implants!"

That's simultaneously enticing and terrifying. "What kind?"

"Like the ones that let the pigeons and the plane AI collaborate on flying the plane, and the ones that let the belugas text."

Huh. That sounds mostly netural. "Soooo...." Katie leans back, drawing attention to her bloated gut in a way she hopes Monoceros finds sexy.

"Horny little spanakopita, what ever shall I do with you?" she says, as the goons clear the last dishes.