[ SAMPLE ] "Pfleh-" It's undignified, but Forde spits out the terrible-tasting candy. "I was sure that was a mint..."
Brows shoot high.
"Wasting food? My, I'd thought Ruthalia would have struck such a notion from our spirits for ages enduring, but it would seem humans bounce back quite fast in the end..."
It's a faint smile Azama wears. He shakes his head. Maybe it's too soon to joke about that particular field trip still.
"... That said, I've fallen prey to those blasted mints before and can hardly blame you. They hardly count as food, do they?"
He hums in thought, then reaches toward Forde's bouquet of orchids, clearly intending to steal himself one. It's for the sake of conversation, see? "These, however? Perfectly edible, or so I hear... But if you try one and get sick, you didn't hear it from me, ohoho~!"