[ Kaisa isn't sure what kind of help a man surrounded by cake would need, and when her arm is grabbed, she hesitates, raising an eyebrow. Wardens are supposed to help those in need, so she'll still try to give it a shot, but it seems like his greatest need will involve doing a few laps after he eats all of these. ]

Is there a problem...? Oh--Didn't they give you something to drink? I can get you some ale, or something.

[ Pause, as she eyes some of the cakes. Unless... ]

Or do you want help eating some of those.

[ At her side, her dog tries to put his head up onto the table to sniff hopefully, only to be gently guided back down by Kaisa. Cakes aren't even good for you, dog. ]