(fruits) "Do You like sweets?" soren asks. The two have mostly stayed near each other, separating only a few number of meters to examine this or that that catches their eyes. soren had strayed from Fiora's side to look at the candied fruits that are on display, and has returned with one he made specifically for Fiora.
It's of some kind of pink melon that he painted in sky-blue candy and drizzled with some white... candy. soren doesn't know sweets well, but it's colored specifically to match Fiora, and made specifically for Fiora, so he extends it towards her.
"If not, i won't be offended if You merely throw it away..."
Perhaps it was a stupid idea. Perhaps she hates sweets. Perhaps she's insulted that he tried to make it look like her...
Growing up as Fiora did, she had rarely done things like indulged. Even as an adult, now, she often refused to. There was always a reason: a lack of money, a lack of time, or discipline that would be lost. But here, under gentle sun rays and the affection in Soren's eyes, she cannot find a reason to turn away something sweet. It is such a small thing, after all. She doesn't even have to pay for it. There's no reason not to.
She notices, with some surprise, the blue frosting coating the small fruit is very reminiscent of the color of her hair. It surprises her — the color of her hair is hard to get exact. She hasn't often seen its parallel anywhere, or on many others. But here…
Fiora's hand wraps around the small stick the treat is balanced atop, hesitantly. "Well… I haven't had many sweet things, in my life. I'd be curious to try."
Her cheeks turn the same color as the melon, now mostly-concealed, and she takes a small bite…
Oh! Dark blue eyes widen in surprise. Oh… sweeter than any fruit she's ever had!
Soren's waiting for a response, right…
"It's— very sweet." That makes it sound bad. "Not bad!" That makes it sound even worse. "Good. Thank you, Soren."
