[Her affirming enthusiasm does grant an (unseen) eye roll beneath his mask.]
To each their own, I suppose. [That was the expression, right? But to Sync, who never had reason to pick ‘favorites’ among his meals, it’s a moot point.
Food was food. Food meant survival. Without it, things became harder. (He does, however, bite into one of the strawberries and is rewarded with the overpowering flavor. No outward change as he chews, but he thinks it’s disgustingly sweet.)]
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To each their own, I suppose. [That was the expression, right? But to Sync, who never had reason to pick ‘favorites’ among his meals, it’s a moot point.
Food was food. Food meant survival. Without it, things became harder. (He does, however, bite into one of the strawberries and is rewarded with the overpowering flavor. No outward change as he chews, but he thinks it’s disgustingly sweet.)]