[Those faces he makes are also pretty cute. She can't help snickering at him between bites of her spicy malasada. As she eats under her disguise rag, much more pleased with the flavor than Firepaw was, her shadow shifts subtly, casting strange, serpentine shapes along the ground.]
Maybe I should've saved the sweet one for last, huh?
[In the end, he doesn't like any of the other flavors. Maybe she should have expected that, but it was worth a try.]
No big. At least you know one thing you can ask for from the stalls around here now, right? [She's apparently much less picky than him, because now that they're on a plate, she doesn't hesitate to claim his leftovers for herself.] Don't mind if I do.
[Her claws pluck the bitter malasada off the plate, then pull it under her disguise rag. There's a brief pause (though it's unseen, the process of eating is apparently happening somewhere under that rag) before she continues:]
I bet you'd like something salty... Or umami. Guess these things don't come in those flavors, though... But there's gotta be more than this on offer. I mean, they call this a city! If this is all they've got, that's tragic.
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Maybe I should've saved the sweet one for last, huh?
[In the end, he doesn't like any of the other flavors. Maybe she should have expected that, but it was worth a try.]
No big. At least you know one thing you can ask for from the stalls around here now, right? [She's apparently much less picky than him, because now that they're on a plate, she doesn't hesitate to claim his leftovers for herself.] Don't mind if I do.
[Her claws pluck the bitter malasada off the plate, then pull it under her disguise rag. There's a brief pause (though it's unseen, the process of eating is apparently happening somewhere under that rag) before she continues:]
I bet you'd like something salty... Or umami. Guess these things don't come in those flavors, though... But there's gotta be more than this on offer. I mean, they call this a city! If this is all they've got, that's tragic.