When she saw the man about to blithely shove the cake into his mouth, Liz started to raise a hand in warning. "You don't want to--"

Too late. When he started to choke, bug-eyed and turning very red, Liz sighed, levered herself off of her comfortable sofa seat, limped over, and gave him a well aimed slap to the back.

"Yeah, you should probably not do that. Seems our 'estimable hosts' got quite a few things wrong with the food. And the drinks."