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Who: SPARKLES!!! AND ANYONE ELSE. Door is open.
When: Day 31, Evening(backdateeed)
Where: Apartment Sparkles
What: DELICIOUS FROGS

[ So if you're wandering by Apartment M tonight you smell multiple somethings that are really damn good. Most of it smells spicy but, details!

A girl seems to be finishing up the last of a lot of food. ]

...I just dedicate this to Hok, right? Um, that's how these work?

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There is nothing quite like a meal together ...

Though we honestly DO need to see to a table at some point.

[TRYING ONE.]

A table would be nice, though I am used to sitting on the ground and eating, to be honest.

[also tries one]

[There possibly would have been an intelligent and engaging response here.

But nope. GETTING INTRODUCED TO SPICY.]

[. . . bursts out laughing]

That.. that was just cruel to do to something that smells so wonderfully..

[eats another :D]

How is it cruel? I find it delicious.

.................

....

I. I'm so sorry. I had no idea you had no sense of taste...

I have an excellent sense of taste. You, however, have a rather delicate one.

[YOU'RE EATING A SECOND ONE.

FULL OF DOUBT.]

It is an acquired thing. Perhaps try another? Smaller bite this time.

... Why would you work to acquire a taste for pain?

It is only painful if you eat it the way you just did. Some spicy things are rather good, you know.

. . . and drinking water will not help all that much, dear.

Perhaps not much, but it was satisfying all the same.

[oh so amused; eating another one like the spiciness doesn't bother her at all :D]

It is a shame I cannot cook, or I would make one of the dishes from my village. Spicy, but [pauses, then impish teasing] not unbearable like this seems to be for you.

If you remember the tune it's played by, perhaps our Natsume can compose a reasonable adaptation of the score.

[tilts her head, thoughtful]

I may, though I do not know how easy it would be to get the ingredients.

True, it would be more of a tribute than a faithful reproduction, should we be able to find reasonable facsimiles of what it need... But nostalgia is not so demanding.

Nostalgia, is it.

[purses her lips; it's one of those moments where you realize just how much you've opened up and briefly debate slamming the walls up again . . . but instead she just finishes eating with an agreeable hum]

If you want mine, they're yours.

[makes an amused noise]

You are not going to give it another try?

I've already been given fear for my life once today!

You had better eat something else, you bony thing.

[reaches over with a foot to poke playfully]

But what of my girlish figure?

[. . . bites her lip]

It is rather girlish, isn't it? My, moreso than mine, I think.

It is n-

... Is this leading to another trap to clear up confusion?

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