Gran was skeptical at first, giving the sweet-smelling treat a couple dubious snorts of the snout. He was more a carnivore than anything else, his favorite snacks being the various types of jerkies that Chachanji kept on hand for him (and for the refugees when they ventured outside the walls, but obviously mainly for the baby behemoth), but he wasn't one to turn away a treat. Besides, that little furball of an infant was enjoying it just fine, so it couldn't be all that bad. So, he nommed at the snack and almost took the spoon with it.
What followed was an almost obnoxious minute of Gran trying to get the sticky, sweet drizzle out of the recesses of his mouth and into his stomach, not unlike a dog dealing with peanut butter. His little tongue darted here and there in his mouth, trying to hunt down every last bit of syrupy goodness as his jaw worked futilely. Finally, the baby behemoth fluttered his lips a couple more times before looking back up at Lilithium expectantly. It wasn't as good as that antelope jerky Chachanji had gotten for him after his first trip to Mist, but it was passable enough. Besides, it was free treats.
Speaking of Chachanji, the young Lalafell was much more enamored with the snack that his pertinacious purple partner-in-crime. As with most new foods, he had taken but a tentative small bite of the cream and cinnamon-apple confection at first. However, in the same minute that Gran had spent masticating a spoonful of the treat, the youngest Gegenji had inhaled a good third to a half of his whole serving. It was rather hard to tell how much, actually, since he had gone for the apple slices and brown sugar first and foremost, leaving mostly just cream and remnants of caramel in his bowl. He seemed eager enough to finish off the rest of it, though.
"Ah, this is really, really good!" Chachan managed in one of the brief moments when stopped eating long enough to, you know, breathe. "Has this place always been here? I never noticed!"
With the way he said it - and how quickly the treat was vanishing under his ministrations - he certainly wasn't going to make that mistake again.
What followed was an almost obnoxious minute of Gran trying to get the sticky, sweet drizzle out of the recesses of his mouth and into his stomach, not unlike a dog dealing with peanut butter. His little tongue darted here and there in his mouth, trying to hunt down every last bit of syrupy goodness as his jaw worked futilely. Finally, the baby behemoth fluttered his lips a couple more times before looking back up at Lilithium expectantly. It wasn't as good as that antelope jerky Chachanji had gotten for him after his first trip to Mist, but it was passable enough. Besides, it was free treats.
Speaking of Chachanji, the young Lalafell was much more enamored with the snack that his pertinacious purple partner-in-crime. As with most new foods, he had taken but a tentative small bite of the cream and cinnamon-apple confection at first. However, in the same minute that Gran had spent masticating a spoonful of the treat, the youngest Gegenji had inhaled a good third to a half of his whole serving. It was rather hard to tell how much, actually, since he had gone for the apple slices and brown sugar first and foremost, leaving mostly just cream and remnants of caramel in his bowl. He seemed eager enough to finish off the rest of it, though.
"Ah, this is really, really good!" Chachan managed in one of the brief moments when stopped eating long enough to, you know, breathe. "Has this place always been here? I never noticed!"
With the way he said it - and how quickly the treat was vanishing under his ministrations - he certainly wasn't going to make that mistake again.
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