[ Kaspar does take one rind, popping it into his mouth before retreating again. His gaze drifts to the stars as the rind crunches between his teeth. The smell of the fire is something too, combining with the taste in his mouth like barbecue or smoked meats. It has him inhaling subtly, then sighing through his nose softly.
He covers his mouth when that question lowers his gaze back to Steinbeck. Kaspar swallows, arm falling to support his weight when he leans back. Ah, now he really is flushing a little, but there is no shame. Caught in the trap of his own drunken making.
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He covers his mouth when that question lowers his gaze back to Steinbeck. Kaspar swallows, arm falling to support his weight when he leans back. Ah, now he really is flushing a little, but there is no shame. Caught in the trap of his own drunken making.
But... it is just the two of them. ]
... what kind of songs do you like?