[ What he mentions is enough for her to empathize; her expression softens along with his voice. Nothing drastic such that they stop moving — they have poorly-budgeted snacks to get, after all — but enough that there's a quiet hum to follow his words, the fondness seeping into her voice as well. She wonders how they're doing. All of them, "bound by blood" ( as Owain used to say ) or otherwise. ]
Flavors? I can't say I've put in a lot of thought... perhaps something that isn't cloyingly sweet. [ The alien egg was great, but if it was much sweeter than that it probably wouldn't taste very good at that point. Or she thinks? What does she know, honestly. ] Anything sweet I've had in the past were some kind of fruit, which are different entirely. Is there anything you would recommend?
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Flavors? I can't say I've put in a lot of thought... perhaps something that isn't cloyingly sweet. [ The alien egg was great, but if it was much sweeter than that it probably wouldn't taste very good at that point. Or she thinks? What does she know, honestly. ] Anything sweet I've had in the past were some kind of fruit, which are different entirely. Is there anything you would recommend?