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she nods her head at his affirmation and tugs a mouthful from the pile in silence, working carefully to obey his instruction. her gaze lingers on him a moment too long, but then his face grimaces in distaste and warmth come to her cheeks a moment. she ducks her head and chews in silence, until the flash of heat fades and the texture seems closest to what he'd described. dropping the wet mound on the ground, tongue swirling around the inside of her mouth in wake of the terrificly odd taste, she asks, "is that alright?" perhaps a little dry, she considers, but her mouth seemed to dry up the moment she'd started to chew, as if her jaws were horrified by the thought that she'd potentially ingest the stuff. she wasn't too hot on chewing it up herself, but she'd hate doing nothing more.