... Oh! Someone's talking to him. He should probably say something.

"... What is this?" is the first thing Dorian's sleepless mind could think of. It takes a second to realize this is a stupid question, so he clears his throat and clarified.

"I mean, what are you doing to the turkey? Is that meant to be your Father Christmas?" He points at the statue of Colonel Sanders. "What sort of cake is that?"

... Nailed it.