While this chain of reasoning may be germane to the dilemmas posed by my esteemed Imperator, I describe this rather to illustrate my primary quarrel with my sibling, the [Power of Cooking]. To the present date, he has demonstrated a marked tendency for attempting one single solution for neary any problem, viz. giving food to the assembled antagonists. Though, it is admitted, this has produced some positive results thus far, and has a probability of doing so in certain future states, it is nonetheless the sort of logically absurd solution described above, and therefore shall inevitably find a situation in which it creates more harm than benefit. i know not whether this moral fallacy on the part of [Marquis Clemens] is a function of his being an earthly personification of the culinary arts, or if it is a holdover from his mortal shortcomings. Inversely, the same question might be applied to this author with symmetrical results, i.e. that my inability to accept said solution might be either the result of my inhuman heritage, or derived from my status as Baron of Logic. Verification of the causality in this situation would be, it seems, difficult to impossible even for a being of my abilities, and so must be left as a question for the reader to contemplate and speculate on purely for their own edification.