[ Salmon, dark bread, scones, clotted cream, jam-- Kaspar wonders at what some of those things even are. But the way van Zieks says it so easily, makes him hum with the energy of exciting and unknown things. It's a unique feeling, hungering for tastes he's never known.
He blinks at the comment though. More genuine surprise than most get from him. Many might be able to tell his alterations tasted better this way, but not the exact reason. He'd been beginning to think his sensitive palate was unique above ground.
Being ignored is now water beneath the bridge. One paved with compliments from someone who would not say it if he did not mean it. It isn't quite gratitude, but paired with being declared a good host it still hits him in the chest and has him smiling happily into his own plate of pancakes. There is a beat, casually enjoying his first bite before he speaks again.
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He blinks at the comment though. More genuine surprise than most get from him. Many might be able to tell his alterations tasted better this way, but not the exact reason. He'd been beginning to think his sensitive palate was unique above ground.
Being ignored is now water beneath the bridge. One paved with compliments from someone who would not say it if he did not mean it. It isn't quite gratitude, but paired with being declared a good host it still hits him in the chest and has him smiling happily into his own plate of pancakes. There is a beat, casually enjoying his first bite before he speaks again.
He probably means food: ]
... do you, have a favorite?