Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Chaska took a sniff at the flowers. Right away, he felt the musky odor that wrinkled his nose. It would make those with weak stomachs wretch at the stench. He reared his head away from in her general direction, giving her a questioning look. "That? I have to..eat that?" he asked, pausing in between for a gulp. He did want to get rid of the headache.

"Look, if this is some sort of payback for my advances to you, just say it! That's all you got to do." But deep within, he believed this wasn't payback. Then again, maybe it partially was. She seemed very genuine about it.

Looking back at it, he stuck out his tongue, and licked it. Before the taste could kick in, he snagged a few leaves off with his teeth, and started chewing. It only took one chew before his face seized up, his chewing slowed. His eyes squelched down, a shiver running down his spine with every crunch. Once done, he sent a glare at her. "I'll get you for this" he whispered.