The Taste of Purple || Souffle
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The idea of colours having distinct flavours was pretty incredible. Finn wished that he could try something like that more. It would only enrich a person’s experience with colour. At least in his opinion. But then again, Finn was an artist. He had a greater connection with colour than other people did.
“O-O-Oh. That’s s-s-s-s-so c-c-cool!” It truly was. He couldn’t imagine having a different mood and then the flavour of a colour changing in some way. That was even more interesting. Finn wished he could try it all. “Mel-Mel-Melon-y. That s-s-sounds s-s-so in-in-interesting.”
His eyes went wide and he leaned over curiously. “I-I-I…I-I’d like to i-if it d-d-d-doesn’t b-b-bother you.” Finn was just curious enough to not feel horribly forward for even asking about the taste of the different colours and all. He was curious enough to try. “It’s ni-nice to me-me-meet you though S-S-Su. I’m Finn.” He smiled shyly at her, reaching out to gently shake Su’s hand. “I’d love to s-s-see how pur-pur-purple tastes.”
Finn. Cute artist boy was named Finn. She filed it away, and then wondered if she could find out his signs and stuff and ask Mei. Just for like, fun, because Su didn’t really want a boyfriend. But she liked playing those games and seeing the charts that Mei created-- they were like works of art too in their own way!
But way more important than figuring out Finn’s chart was procuring this purple. She could do it. Su was getting better and better at procuring colours and this one was man-made, technically, which was always easier than trying to get the colour of blueberry skin, for example, or a dusty, red-orange leaf (which was actually more like procuring green, because it was the absence of colour-- colour dried out from the leaf...very complicated).
“Then leave it to me!” Su said. She dug out her spoon and then, biting down on her lip, she tapped the pencil tip with the head of the spoon.
The air shimmered. Su twirled her spoon around and then little streaks of purple appeared. She twirled the spoon and wrapped the purple around the head of the spoon like it was noodles.
“There! Wait right here!” Su instructed. “Actually--hold this. Be very careful. Purple’s kinda sleepy as colours go, but it might still try to escape. I’ll be right back!”
So, leaving her spoon-wand with Finn, she went back to her table and scooped up her tea cup. She carefully weaved back to Finn and put the cup on the table.
“Thank you!” Plucking her spoon back from Finn, she dipped the head of it into her tea and gave it a couple of mixes. She knelt down then, squinting at her tea. She sniffed it. Gave it a few more spins. “Almost done. It’s still settling, I think.”


















