Para quirked a brow, "Green... Pudding..." He squinted at it before looking over a nearby menu. "... That isn't a Green Pudding, is it." He frowned, before rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, just... Don't say it's name. I'll have a relapse." He answered. Looking to the pink haired young lady. He stretched a little with the faintest of whimpers. "A-Ah..." He sighed.
At the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more.
With a Rebel Yell, she cried more, more, more!
