[ Jiaoqiu lifts the plate with both hands, bringing it roughly face-height, all the better to be able to inhale deeply. ]
Ah, yes. Unless the chef has added a particularly cunning fake scent, the fish head is indeed real. Fascinating. What creativity. What a bold, deliberate ignorance of convention. This is a masterpiece. This is rebellion in food form.
[ While his earpiece busily informs him that his conversational companion's expression has contorted into expression identified!: upset, lightly disgusted, Jiaoqiu takes a fork, taps the plate until he finds the edge of the cake, and takes a small chunk from the waffle top layer. He pops it in his mouth, and chews thoughtfully. ]
Hmm. A veritable confluence of tastes. Would you like to try some?
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[ Jiaoqiu lifts the plate with both hands, bringing it roughly face-height, all the better to be able to inhale deeply. ]
Ah, yes. Unless the chef has added a particularly cunning fake scent, the fish head is indeed real. Fascinating. What creativity. What a bold, deliberate ignorance of convention. This is a masterpiece. This is rebellion in food form.
[ While his earpiece busily informs him that his conversational companion's expression has contorted into expression identified!: upset, lightly disgusted, Jiaoqiu takes a fork, taps the plate until he finds the edge of the cake, and takes a small chunk from the waffle top layer. He pops it in his mouth, and chews thoughtfully. ]
Hmm. A veritable confluence of tastes. Would you like to try some?