[The individual nearby happens to be Connor, one who doesn't require food at all, but has wandered this way out of an innate desire to explore. Driven by curiosity, as often seems to be the case in regards to the Temple, or the strange places in which Astoria whisks them away to visit. Some of the dishes are familiar, and many others are decidedly not. Especially the ones that glow, or decide to literally wander off of their plates, threatening to just... waddle away like it was normal.
This place, he's learned, has a strange baseline which defines normal on a good day.]
No. [As in, no, that is definitely not something that resides in his world -- pudding with a mind of its own.] Desserts don't try to run off, where I'm from.
[Should he stop it? The LED at his temple flickers a few times as he watches the side dish fall off the table with a victorious plop, slowly begins to slide past his shoe, and nears the wild freedom found in blades of green grass.
Okay then.]
What kind of food do you like to eat? [He says a moment later, lifting his eyes back up to look at her.]
feasting!
This place, he's learned, has a strange baseline which defines normal on a good day.]
No. [As in, no, that is definitely not something that resides in his world -- pudding with a mind of its own.] Desserts don't try to run off, where I'm from.
[Should he stop it? The LED at his temple flickers a few times as he watches the side dish fall off the table with a victorious plop, slowly begins to slide past his shoe, and nears the wild freedom found in blades of green grass.
Okay then.]
What kind of food do you like to eat? [He says a moment later, lifting his eyes back up to look at her.]