Mor shoved the whole thing into his mouth. He smiled around the pastry when Violet’s face lit up. He chewed a little. He stopped. His face warped, and he tried not to cough. Was that… salt he tasted? A cough slipped out, and he covered it up with his fist. Was that some sort of crushed grass flavour? He forced a wide smile over the glob of rot in his mouth. It was the human realm’s worst mud mixed with the taste of horror and misery. “Mmmm,” he said. Violet sat up straighter. “Do you really like it?” She grinned. Mor stared her dead in the eyes for a second. “Mhm.” He grunted the sound out,
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