week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

Comments

[embellwish]

[ Maybe Yi Sang doesn't like sweets very much...? The wide valley between their orders seems a little odd, but then again, it could just be his preference. She was half expecting him to order them both whatever the plainest, easiest option was, so this is a pleasant surprise in its own right. ]

Mm, it does, [ She nods, eyes bright with curiosity. What is a cinnamon bun? Or a crepe? ] I don't know very much about the cuisine in this era, so I thought I'd just let you take care of me.

[ A casual admission. In this and other matters regarding the outside world, she's happy to be led around by him by what she assumes is heightened awareness. He's so smart and studious, after all. Still curious about the orders, she keeps prodding: ]

These "pancakes," what are they like? Are they your favorite?

[poans]

[Rare as it is for him to make choices for others, Yingying's reasoning is fair, if telling of a few things. She'll likely react with grace regardless of how she feels about the crepes, though it would be within her rights to speak up if he's made a poor decision once they come around. For now:]

Though I do not typically partake of them, they are a type of cake oft served with syrup. Regional differences have them come in various forms, as well as an assortment of toppings or fillings. The dish for which I have placed an order lies on the simpler side with a flatter appearance.

[embellwish]

[ what this thread looks like to onlookers
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So it's more of a sweet breakfast...

[ Nodding, nodding, she gets it. There were always small cakes cooked on griddles or baked in ovens in her village, too, but they usually had nuts and honey rather than syrup. ]

Come to think of it, you don't seem like the kind of guy who really likes sweets. [ She takes a sip of her coffee now that it's cooled down some — it's bitter, but her dulled sense of taste makes it not too offensive. ] Unless you've secretly got a sweet tooth you haven't told me about...?

[poans]

[10/10, no notes.]

I have no particular attachments to speak of. While I am not partial, I do not like especially dislike it, either.

[Once upon a time, he might've had the appetite for something novel like this. These days it's difficult to rouse anything but nostalgia unless there's an exceptionally potent aspect of what he's eating or drinking.]

[embellwish]

Mm, I don't believe that.

[ She waves a hand at him. The words are a little blunt, but not unkind — she just doesn't think it's possible for someone to feel 'whatever' about every kind of food in existence. ]

Everyone has things they like and don't like... there must be something you really don't like eating. Like a vegetable, or raw fish, or something like that...

[ Everyone has a least favorite vegetable or food. Maybe he's just not picky, but she refuses to believe he has zero opinions on anything. ]

[poans]

[Naturally, he has things he likes. Where he once took delight in them, however, they now sputter with a few sparks at best, if at all. And his dislikes are even less stimulating, because, like all things, they will come and go.]

. . . Is such the case for you, Miss Yingying?

[A vegetable or raw fish.]

[embellwish]

I don't like wintermelon.

[ Immediately, because she is going to lead by example. It's normal to have strong opinions about simple things like this! ]

I'm not very picky! But that's one thing I never liked much.

[poans]

[It's an oddly specific answer, yet wholly appropriate for the question posed. After all, it's normal to have a handful of names for something like foods one doesn't like.]

Does the flavor or texture disagree with you?

[embellwish]

It's the flavor...

[ She even wrinkles her nose a little for effect. ]

Sometimes, it's put into tea or juice. There are plenty of other fruits or vegetables more suitable, that's all.

[poans]

[The rest are okay, then. How fortunate that wintermelon wasn't on the menu.

In any case, he understands why she's come around to this topic. It's an indulgence, geared toward coaxing an answer out of him. After a moment of consideration, he puts forth slowly:]

I have a preference for rice.