That's definitely a point of view Cass is willing to subscribe to. Why worry about what food is unhealthy when you're going to die early anyway, it's a good motto. With a nod, Cass goes to the fridge and pulls out the very last pie they have left.

"Last one. It's chocolate," she says as she brings it over, setting it down for Lucrezia's approval. "We made some, for Thanksgiving. Some went missing, so... made more, after that."