[ As Cain talks nonchalantly about the existence of space colonies, Alex’s eyes go wide, mind racing as it conjures up a (probably incorrect) image of what that could possibly look like. She’s about to ask more when he suggests the taste test and she stops, trying not to appear too eager to ask about his life and space. ]
Do you mind? It does look good.
[ She takes his treat from him and hands hers over. She takes a small bite out of the corner, trying to be polite. She watches him as she chews, thinking things over. ]
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Do you mind? It does look good.
[ She takes his treat from him and hands hers over. She takes a small bite out of the corner, trying to be polite. She watches him as she chews, thinking things over. ]
Have you seen pictures? Of what it looks like?