week two | dates

[showhost]

You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!





Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.

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[singurarity]

Oh good, so you are okay with fruit. I figured, since it was a natural kind of sweetness...

[ It works! ]

[counton]

I'm okay with most kinds of sweets in moderation too. A slice of cake is just a lot at once.

[ Especially the one they were given. ]

[singurarity]

Luckily for you, you're surrounded by a bunch of people who can handle that much.

[ It works out. ]

And you're on a date with one of them!

[counton]

[ There's so much confidence and pluck she manages to say that with, it's charming enough to get a small smile out of him. ]

Then I'll leave most of the work to you this time.

[singurarity]

[ Oh, he smiled.

Ritsuka brightens almost immediately (not that she wasn't already smiling), saluting him with her spoon. ]

Leave it to me!

[ And soon enough, their parfait will be brought out--a scoop of matcha ice cream, layers of whipped cream, a little plop of bean paste, cubes of agar, bits of melon, cherries, kiwi and peaches. ]

Well, in the spirit of new experiences, first bite goes to you.

[counton]

[ He will be avoiding the whipped cream, though he does look curious at the green ice cream. What he's going for first though is that little plop of bean paste, taking just the smallest bit of it onto his spoon and very carefully taking a bite.

His face is contemplative as he tastes it, frowning, though more thoughtfully than anything. She'll have to wait until he swallows to get his opinions, and even then it's not that helpful. ]

It really isn't what I expected something called bean paste to taste like.

[singurarity]

In a good way or a bad way?

[ Yeah, really--what's that mean? She's hanging on his every word here. ]

[counton]

Good. You're right. It's not too sweet.

[ He'll even go for a second bite, even if he's trying to keep it small so he doesn't eat all of it. It was her suggestion, and Ritsuka should get some too. ]

[singurarity]

[ It's fine, she's sagely reaching over to scoop up sone of the ice cream and a cherry, popping the spoon into her mouth with a wordless sound of delight.

That's the good stuff! ]

I'm glad you like it! It's a pretty traditional summer dessert back where I'm from.

[counton]

[ He'll go for a piece of melon next himself. ]

You do summer desserts well then.

[singurarity]

Thanks, I think so too!

[ Viva Japan. ]

The green ice cream is matcha--green tea. Ice cream aside, it's a kind of grassy flavor, so also not very sweet.

[counton]

[ Grassy flavor probably wouldn't appeal as an advertisement to most people, but Lessing is a sheep, so...

He'll go for it next, taking a half a spoonful, trying it out and mid-letting it melt in his mouth give a firm, determined nod.

It's another good one for him. Her taste in desserts is solid. He's going for another bite of that too. ]

[singurarity]

[ Ritsuka nods back, just as firmly. ]

Okay! Then I think we can eat this one pretty equally!

[ He can have the milder flavors and she'll go for the sweeter stuff! They're doing it. ]

[counton]

[ Splitting it evenly in a way everyone (two people) can be happy about.

Just the smallest hint of a smile for Lessing before he goes back to eating. He doesn't take big bites, but he does eat pretty fast. ]

[singurarity]

[ Listen, it means he likes it. Or so she assumes. ]

Sorry if this is in any way offensive, but I was kind of wondering... do you eat meat?

[ Like she doesn't think he eats grass, but... the horns and the ears... ]

[counton]

[ The herbivore animal traits, yeah... it's understandable. Though it's not necessarily what he's thinking. ]

I'm not a vegetarian, but if you prefer I don't eat meat in front of you, that's fine.

[ He can adjust. ]

[singurarity]

Oh no, that's not it. Eat whatever you want!

[ Well, now she just feels silly. ]

[counton]

[ He looks slightly befuddled by that one. Then... what...? ]

Thanks?

[singurarity]

... [ Haaaa. ]

The horns and ears made me think sheep but I didn't know how accurate that was.

[counton]

[ She could have gotten away with it, but she had to out herself.

He doesn't look bothered at least. ]

You're not wrong, but I eat things most other people do. Most people where I'm are Caprinae, but burden beast sausage is a popular food regardless.

[singurarity]

[ She is painfully honest. ]

Caprinae...

[ So not a clemar, either, like Will had thought. She's learning. ]

Are all your horns similar?

[counton]

[ Definitely not a Clemar. ]

No. There are a variety of horn types among us.

[singurarity]

Does it hurt if they knock into anything? Like, are they sensitive?

[ Sorry, this is Q&A time now. Though this is also between bites of parfait. ]

[counton]

Not particular.

[ He'll even reach up to knock idly against his own horns. ]

Most of it is keratin, so it doesn't have a lot of feeling. If I knock into something I'll feel it, but more because I'm attached to my horns, and I'll feel the vibrations from what they hit.

[singurarity]

I guess it'd be kind of counterproductive to have something that large be sensitive, so I'm glad to hear it.

Thanks, I just sort of realized I should maybe educate myself at least a little.

[ She's so used to so much now that it's like. It doesn't quite register that she should ask more questions about appearances or potential species, she just assumes that's how it is and carries on. ]