Call me a natural with these things, beautiful. [ His chest puffed out and his head lolled to one side with an easy grin. ] My name might as well be Natural!
Rakan's better, though. Definitely. [ He is, at first, watching her use the flower again, this time paying a bit more attention to the process since he heard her start up her chant and flower movement again. The way he held his head stiffened a bit with his curiosity, and his eyes flickered from flower, to counter, to her, to the flower, the floor--but then there was a glass!
His lips peeled back into a toothy grin, and a small chuckle bubbled from his nose, if only because she was so delighted, and it was adorable to see. It, however, faded quickly as he looked from the apparated glass to the warm plate in his lap.
He stared intently at the plate, as if looking for something that he just wasn't finding. ]
Uh-- [ It stumbled out of his mouth, almost as a sputter as he lifted the plate up to look under it and on either side of it. Nope! Nothing. His tail thumped at the counter, making a soft hollow little sound when it bumped gently against the wooden panels. It smelled normal, looked normal. He gave it a cursory lick, and it tasted normal, but as he set the plate back in his lap, his head still cocked back as if he were a child looking suspiciously at a stinky, steaming pile of broccoli. ]
Hey I know you're a human and all, but like. Didn't you just sing to these? [ The term was used...extremely loosely here, but Rakan tended to give humans benefit of the doubt with these things. She tried, and that's what mattered to him. But even so, as he literally saw her singing some strange little melody before the food apparated, he could hear no echo of the play and affection Aerith chanted with coming from it. The steam was supposed to twirl and dance as it rose, not just. Rise like some lame pillar. There was no rejuvenating or homely feeling coming from this food. ]
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Rakan's better, though. Definitely. [ He is, at first, watching her use the flower again, this time paying a bit more attention to the process since he heard her start up her chant and flower movement again. The way he held his head stiffened a bit with his curiosity, and his eyes flickered from flower, to counter, to her, to the flower, the floor--but then there was a glass!
His lips peeled back into a toothy grin, and a small chuckle bubbled from his nose, if only because she was so delighted, and it was adorable to see. It, however, faded quickly as he looked from the apparated glass to the warm plate in his lap.
He stared intently at the plate, as if looking for something that he just wasn't finding. ]
Uh-- [ It stumbled out of his mouth, almost as a sputter as he lifted the plate up to look under it and on either side of it. Nope! Nothing. His tail thumped at the counter, making a soft hollow little sound when it bumped gently against the wooden panels. It smelled normal, looked normal. He gave it a cursory lick, and it tasted normal, but as he set the plate back in his lap, his head still cocked back as if he were a child looking suspiciously at a stinky, steaming pile of broccoli. ]
Hey I know you're a human and all, but like. Didn't you just sing to these? [ The term was used...extremely loosely here, but Rakan tended to give humans benefit of the doubt with these things. She tried, and that's what mattered to him. But even so, as he literally saw her singing some strange little melody before the food apparated, he could hear no echo of the play and affection Aerith chanted with coming from it. The steam was supposed to twirl and dance as it rose, not just. Rise like some lame pillar. There was no rejuvenating or homely feeling coming from this food. ]