[Pure and utter delight lights up the depraved draconequus's face as he gratefully whisks the delicacy away from her and, with an artful flick that he should in no way be able to do, scoops the filling of one slice completely and seamlessly into the glass. Crouching Luna, hidden physics.]

[A stir and one hotsauce-infused splash of milk later, Discord is gleefully gulping down the concoction, though surprisingly with very little of the the beverage on his person. He pauses, brow furrowed in confusion, and looks inquisitively up at Luna.]

"Here here, what's this? Waitress, this milk seems...off." [Innocent blinking.]