[ Eren's come to realize it's pointless to turn her away entirely, so although he does it begrudgingly, it's not long before he pops open the box and picks one out between his fingers. Good luck getting him to play her game, though. ]
So - no, not really. Thanks, though.
[ Eating it from the side, as if it were some kind of incredibly thin corn dog, Eren gives her a satisfactory nod. Maybe he does like it? ]
They're not too sweet if you'd like to try— they have an awful lot of flavors. I'd feel bad buying too many boxes and being unable to eat them.
( Hence, sharing with others and letting them try the other flavors seems like the best way to go about it, so they don't have to do the same in their curiosity. He's right, however, that outright turning her away won't quite stop her persistence.
She won't try to play the game with him, honest. )
Oh? Did it suit you? You don't seem like someone that would like overly sweet things, is all.
[ With one down the hatch, Eren stares at his next victim - a blue pocky stick with half hanging out the top, before shaking it back inside. ]
Kinda. It wasn't offensive, as far as taste is concerned. [ His head makes a similar motion to the box. ] Not a favorite for me, though. Don't think I care much for blueberries. Rather stick with chocolate.
[ Which, if she has, he'd like to make a trade for. ]
( It wasn't offensive, was it. Her amusement's in her eyes as she watches him shake the other stick back into the foil within the box and nods her agreement. )
Mm, I'm fond of the chocolate ones myself. I have a couple here. Though... One is a bit alcoholic, so I'll be keeping ahold of that one. But there's ones with crushed almonds, as well as coconut.
Either sound appealing?
( Sure, she'll trade. It isn't like the couple demichroma hurt her wallet to buy replacements after. She checks the little canvas bag she's been putting them in as she wanders stalls and pulls out the one with almonds, first. She'd already opened that one so it's what she offers. )
[ Almost immediately after hearing her question, Eren dismisses it with a wave of his hand. But rather than being a reaction based off of disgust, it seems almost like he's terrified - although such terror is, as ever, muted. ]
Neither does. Sorry.
[ But even he can tell when he's acting strange, and with a hand against the back of his neck, he explains further. ]
( My, what a turn in expression! All this over some snack foods. Who hurt you, Eren??? Who told you that you can't eat nuts during No Nut November?? Someone terrible, clearly. )
No nuts...? Just for this month in particular? ( Angela "Mercy" Ziegler has never heard of No Nut November. It's a meme of the ancients. ) Well, I suppose that just leaves us with the whiskey ones.
How old were you again...? ( Around 20 or so? If she were to gauge. She's already taking out the box and giving it a shake so one biscuit end appears at the torn-off corner. ) Not that I'm terribly strict, but it's a bit of an acquired taste.
[ His age should hardly come as something difficult to say, but her question gives Eren pause. Not because of his own inclination to keep it a secret, but because he feels like he has to ask her the same question himself - how old was she? She had the body of someone hardly older than himself, but the voice of a grandmother. Really, it was somewhat disconcerting. ]
...Nineteen. [ Eren takes the stick without any further issue beyond a stare at her face. No creases where there ought to be, no wrinkles under the eyes or even laugh lines. Odd for someone who smiled so often. ] And I enjoy whiskey plenty. Don't doubt that -
[ Breaking of a piece and chewing, he makes a face. ]
( "Nineteen" is an acceptable enough answer for her to tip the box his way and share; it isn't as though she'd be encouraging bad habits in him and he's at least visibly over 16, so it should be all right. The way he's looking at her as he says it, however, makes it clear he's wondering the same of her.
Well, it's only fair, isn't it? )
Thirty-seven, for a little bit longer. Just to even the playing field.
( She'll shake another one out to nibble on herself, tipping her head as she watches him. )
[ Older than she looked, younger than she sounded. Eren's expectations have all been subverted and he doesn't quite like it. What he does like, though, is the bitter taste in his mouth that keeps him occupied for all of a few seconds before it's disappeared down his throat.
No, that's not a euphemism. ]
I guess. [ Licking the inside of his mouth with his tongue, Eren seems to favor it enough to watch her reaction to its taste with some measure of interest. ] Just not something I'd expect. Most of these have been sweet, so far. What made you pick this one out of all the rest?
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[ Eren's come to realize it's pointless to turn her away entirely, so although he does it begrudgingly, it's not long before he pops open the box and picks one out between his fingers. Good luck getting him to play her game, though. ]
So - no, not really. Thanks, though.
[ Eating it from the side, as if it were some kind of incredibly thin corn dog, Eren gives her a satisfactory nod. Maybe he does like it? ]
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( Hence, sharing with others and letting them try the other flavors seems like the best way to go about it, so they don't have to do the same in their curiosity. He's right, however, that outright turning her away won't quite stop her persistence.
She won't try to play the game with him, honest. )
Oh? Did it suit you? You don't seem like someone that would like overly sweet things, is all.
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[ With one down the hatch, Eren stares at his next victim - a blue pocky stick with half hanging out the top, before shaking it back inside. ]
Kinda. It wasn't offensive, as far as taste is concerned. [ His head makes a similar motion to the box. ] Not a favorite for me, though. Don't think I care much for blueberries. Rather stick with chocolate.
[ Which, if she has, he'd like to make a trade for. ]
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Mm, I'm fond of the chocolate ones myself. I have a couple here. Though... One is a bit alcoholic, so I'll be keeping ahold of that one. But there's ones with crushed almonds, as well as coconut.
Either sound appealing?
( Sure, she'll trade. It isn't like the couple demichroma hurt her wallet to buy replacements after. She checks the little canvas bag she's been putting them in as she wanders stalls and pulls out the one with almonds, first. She'd already opened that one so it's what she offers. )
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Neither does. Sorry.
[ But even he can tell when he's acting strange, and with a hand against the back of his neck, he explains further. ]
No nuts. Not this month.
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No nuts...? Just for this month in particular? ( Angela "Mercy" Ziegler has never heard of No Nut November. It's a meme of the ancients. ) Well, I suppose that just leaves us with the whiskey ones.
How old were you again...? ( Around 20 or so? If she were to gauge. She's already taking out the box and giving it a shake so one biscuit end appears at the torn-off corner. ) Not that I'm terribly strict, but it's a bit of an acquired taste.
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...Nineteen. [ Eren takes the stick without any further issue beyond a stare at her face. No creases where there ought to be, no wrinkles under the eyes or even laugh lines. Odd for someone who smiled so often. ] And I enjoy whiskey plenty. Don't doubt that -
[ Breaking of a piece and chewing, he makes a face. ]
I'll like this...too.
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Well, it's only fair, isn't it? )
Thirty-seven, for a little bit longer. Just to even the playing field.
( She'll shake another one out to nibble on herself, tipping her head as she watches him. )
And do you?
( He made a face, after all. )
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No, that's not a euphemism. ]
I guess. [ Licking the inside of his mouth with his tongue, Eren seems to favor it enough to watch her reaction to its taste with some measure of interest. ] Just not something I'd expect. Most of these have been sweet, so far. What made you pick this one out of all the rest?