[Heaving a sigh, Aizawa reached for the nearby fork and cut the tip off of the innocent looking explosion of cream that sat in a graham cracker crust that they called a pie... And popped the bite in his mouth. He chewed slowly, a look of utter exhaustion on his face while he tried not to visibly grimace over the bite.

The taste was okay, but the texture was bad.

After a ponderous moment of chewing, he swallowed.]

Okay, [He said with a distinct finality in his tone.] That's sharing.

I grant you permission with all of my authority as a teacher and whatever authority the name Eraserhead holds to keep the rest of the pie for yourself.

[Delicately, Aizawa set the fork down and passed Jaune-Probably a napkin. With the weight of the threat of impending doom on his tone, he added: ]

You'll be needing this.