shorn-sheeple replied to your post: “Anonymous sad: Shoron made...”
Being friends was still a new concept to him. From his understanding, gifts were supposed to be reciprocated at some point in time. To just accept their present without the need to make something of his own? He admittedly had to acclimate to the Alolan custom.
“If you insist,” he canted his head, unwrapping the treat and taking a small bite. The flavor filled his palate with a refreshing, no doubt hot, taste. He hummed and swallowed the food, taking a second bite with careful precision.
“This is rather good, Shoron. You have quite the culinary talent,” he said to the child, having hid his crumb-covered mouth behind a pale blue hand. The head was getting to him; Chondrus’ taste buds warmed and almost stung from the spices, with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t as though the treat was awful, it was but a response to the spices. Such taste was welcomed to the relatively bland palate of Chondrus’.
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