I will. I enjoyed it in the false memories. [She happily does. At first grabbing the fish with her claws and ripping into it. Then she stops, staring down at her plate for a moment. After the pause she grabs at the spoon in front of her and holds it in a awkward fist. Stabbing at her food with it.
No, this wasn't right either. Her brows furrow in deep concentration as her lips turns up into a small snarl, but she eventually piles some of her fish on a piece of pizza.
She takes a bite. Then chews. And chews. Chewing some more. It's not a bad taste, but not as she remembered. Luckily the fish served to her isn't covered in as much salt as the anchovies would have been so she avoids feeling ill.]
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No, this wasn't right either. Her brows furrow in deep concentration as her lips turns up into a small snarl, but she eventually piles some of her fish on a piece of pizza.
She takes a bite. Then chews. And chews. Chewing some more. It's not a bad taste, but not as she remembered. Luckily the fish served to her isn't covered in as much salt as the anchovies would have been so she avoids feeling ill.]
It... is strange. The fish alone tastes better.