( It's all sorts of wrong, crispy like an apple with the taste of a cherry and unbearably dry all at the same time. Kate's fingers curl around Ignis' wrist and pull the fruit towards her, stealing a bite once he's taken his, eyes fixed on his face as her teeth sink into it. )
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Date: 2018-04-19 10:49 pm (UTC)That a no, then?
( He is the one who knows food here, not her. )