In the grand scheme that chews the tapestries of our expanding universe there's probably nothing less important than whether or not the Saints of Afon-Bedd get a chocolate cake or a fruitcake on their Saint's Day.
Nor should a writer of pulp permit his own preference for fruitcakes interfere
with the decision making process. Briefly, very briefly, maybe a couple of
months, Ancient Athens chose it's leader through lottery. Therefore, I'll be
tossing a coin if I can find one. Tails for Fruitcake.