[ Whatever crossed his mind fades, and his expression returns to something thoughtful.
Somnus selects one of the truffles from the tin. He turns the chocolate between two of his fingers as if further appraising the craftsmanship, and then passes the morsel between his lips.
Rich as velvet and sweeter than honey, it only needs to be chewed thrice before it melts upon his tongue. Chocolate always has a warm, relaxed property to it, and back in his time, it was known as an exotic fruit, sometimes concocted into drinks. But this is smoother than dessert wine, and the taste lingers. Is this how truffles are supposed to be?
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Somnus selects one of the truffles from the tin. He turns the chocolate between two of his fingers as if further appraising the craftsmanship, and then passes the morsel between his lips.
Rich as velvet and sweeter than honey, it only needs to be chewed thrice before it melts upon his tongue. Chocolate always has a warm, relaxed property to it, and back in his time, it was known as an exotic fruit, sometimes concocted into drinks. But this is smoother than dessert wine, and the taste lingers. Is this how truffles are supposed to be?
He swallows, blinking once. ]
The texture is… luxurious.