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she calls it honeycomb and ezra blinks at the weird looking, sweet smelling honeycomb with a tilt of his head; studious. he hesitates only for a small second before he takes a small bite of the honeycomb piece, his expression a myriad of things as he experiences the soft crush of it's structure and the sticky honey that coats his tongue in a floral sweetness.

's good! he announces his decision upon it, despite his face making some serious expressions, not unlike a baby trying a new flavorful food for the first time.

he takes another bite, chewing in a way that could be considered thoughtful though his thoughts at this age were easily scattered like a leaf caught in the wind.

she asks him, then what he thought about and ezra, not really at an age where he had deep, meaningful thoughts or conversations shrugs his shoulders.

bugs. pwetty wocks. pwaying.