“It was definitely… interesting?” Mike shrugs, but he does offer some pocky – after being introduced to it, he figured he should at least take advantage of a sale, though he still wouldn’t declare this his favorite thing to snack on. But who can pass up a good sale? “…These ones are, mango, I think. Also, uh, hey? I’m Mike.” Smooth intro.
Tired eyes find themselves traveling to the offering, and he reconsiders his request for a moment’s pause. Would it be too rude of him? No, no. A knight was to go with his word, and he asked for a sample. It would be rude to reject it. Delicately, he reaches for a stick and eases it from the packaging, looking it over with amusement creasing along the rise of his eyebrows.
“These are cute. They remind me of snacks children in the kingdom used to grow excited over.” Perhaps similar recipes, as they appeared almost identical. Lips part and he takes a small nibble from the top, testing it. Mango, was it? He could agree that it had a tang like it, but was far more creamier. As if it were milky. Regardless, he caps his opinion, choosing instead to hold his free hand out to the youth. “Siegfried. Mike isn’t a common name where I am from. Thank you for sharing with me. Are you knowledgeable on the occasion?”