[Oh man, that is cute. Shoka giggles, good-naturedly this time.]
I know, right?
[She's never had pets of her own, but she'd spent plenty of time watching cat videos and the city's street cats from the UG. She waits patiently as Firepaw enjoys his malasada, seeming content just to watch him, and when he's done, she'll belatedly continue on with the tasting exercise, as if she'd forgotten for a moment that he was even real.]
Oh—right. This one's spicy, like the one you had before, so that'll be mine. [She nabs it off the platter with one set of claws, then uses her other to point to each malasada remaining.] Then we have... Bitter. Dry. And sour. Go on, expand that palate!
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I know, right?
[She's never had pets of her own, but she'd spent plenty of time watching cat videos and the city's street cats from the UG. She waits patiently as Firepaw enjoys his malasada, seeming content just to watch him, and when he's done, she'll belatedly continue on with the tasting exercise, as if she'd forgotten for a moment that he was even real.]
Oh—right. This one's spicy, like the one you had before, so that'll be mine. [She nabs it off the platter with one set of claws, then uses her other to point to each malasada remaining.] Then we have... Bitter. Dry. And sour. Go on, expand that palate!