[Xie Lian softens as well, at that comment. Why is everyone here so kind? He can say he's grown used to it by now, but...the question is still there, floating in his mind, like this little isolated town is nothing more than a short, happy dream in the long series of accidents that is his life.
He smiles, looking down as he clasps his hands together in front of him.]
I can certainly try, if nothing else. Though my sense of taste might be a lost cause at this point.
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[He'd kinda said that without thinking about it, but--]
Er, no reason, really.....though I suppose my sense of taste isn't exactly the best...
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Then you must eat good things, and refine it...
[ Xie Lian, once a prince and then a god, cursed with a shackle around his neck... how far he must have fallen. ]
...once again.
[ Or, does he eat bad things because he feels that's all he deserves?
Gently: ]
I think you should always eat good things.
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He smiles, looking down as he clasps his hands together in front of him.]
I can certainly try, if nothing else. Though my sense of taste might be a lost cause at this point.
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[ He pats the qiankun sack within his sleeve, his smile broadening. ]
Thanks for the cakes... and the dress!