"Oh, Oh, Oh! That's a bagel? It looks awfully like a donut, just cut in half. Can I put frosting on it?"
Her attention shifts to the person at her side. The gladiatrix does little to acknowledge besides looking in that direction, for now. Then her gaze falls on to the plate, atop it, the half of a bagel. Its counterpart rests right in-between Pyrrha’s fingers as she prepares it for the morning.
“You are correct, it is a bagel.” Donuts are much too sweet for her liking, in the long run it will be harder to burn that sugar from her body. With her other hand Pyrrha scoots the plate over, giving her permission for the other person to take the slice. She doesn’t mind sharing, on the contrary, she welcomes it.
“If that is your desire, you may add the frosting.” she bits down on her personal slice, the delicate layer of cream cheese moves to the gums and teeth. White and beige mix her mouth as she chews, the taste is plain, and as it turns to mulch it feels soft in her mouth.
She swallows and then clears her throat to speak.
“Though I should inform you that I do not have any frosting with me.”