[She carefully takes his fork in turn, keeping a hand beneath it in case it falls off, and she takes it all in a single bite. There's a whole slew of flavours that hit her all at once, just like he said—bacon, sausage, spices, and perhaps some other meats in there that she either can't quite make out or has never tried before. And while her eyes do initially widen in surprise, her expression suddenly falls into one of disappointment.
Ah... she is a little jealous of his.]
... I like it.
[And she's going to reach over for his glass of root beer without even thinking about it to take a sip, forgetting that she has a cup of water right next to her.]
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Ah... she is a little jealous of his.]
... I like it.
[And she's going to reach over for his glass of root beer without even thinking about it to take a sip, forgetting that she has a cup of water right next to her.]
It's better than mine.