Lion Head Mesa Man, know yourself… and you shalt know the gods

he was gentle and unassuming—accommodating to his environment. Toula observed this warmly, and asked him then to pass her the honeycomb. once he did, she reached for an already portioned sliver of it. you must try some, if you have never had it before, she coaxed with a pleasant expression. it was so sweet and delectable that she hmm’d happily whilst consuming another sliver, the wine loosening her inhibition only just to reveal this bit of true delight. 
but she remembers Tavina and her teachings, and corrects herself by clearing her throat quietly, politely! there is a question that feels tempting as it forms on her tongue, but she decides she is not ready to know its answer yet. 
what is your favorite of snacks? she asks then—no more talks of other things, in which surely they had ample time to do!