But, hypothetically-speaking... If we could break off a chip of it, or a clock-hand or something, what on Earth would you do to it to make it palatable?
( call it morbid curiosity.
ryoshu is unsubtle enough about her proclivities and passions that dante would have a good understanding of why it is that she values them and what they contribute to the team. they may be the wrong reasons, but... considering how they feel many of the sinners take them and what they do to revive them for granted, they will still take the appreciation gladly. )
But I don't understand!! It's metal!! It's just going to melt or, or, nothing might happen at all, it will just get really, really hot!! Either way, it's not going to be edible!!
( ryoshu is so right... they have no creative or artistic vision 😔
there is a relatively long pause before, )
I'm sorry to tell you this, Ryoshu, but I don't know what anything tastes like.
( amnesiac. no head. etc. they sort of have vague recollections of what words like "sweet" and "salty" and "sour" mean, but they certainly can't remember what they had tasted like themself. )
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The whole thing is absolutely NOT an option!
But, hypothetically-speaking...
If we could break off a chip of it, or a clock-hand or something, what on Earth would you do to it to make it palatable?
( call it morbid curiosity.
ryoshu is unsubtle enough about her proclivities and passions that dante would have a good understanding of why it is that she values them and what they contribute to the team. they may be the wrong reasons, but... considering how they feel many of the sinners take them and what they do to revive them for granted, they will still take the appreciation gladly. )
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like i said: BBQ. SMOKE. GYS.
[ GRILL. YOUR. SELF. ]
simple, yeah?
a sample isn't irregular to perceiving a full palette.
unless you can tell me how you taste, dante?
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Either way, it's not going to be edible!!
( ryoshu is so right... they have no creative or artistic vision 😔
there is a relatively long pause before, )
I'm sorry to tell you this, Ryoshu, but I don't know what anything tastes like.
( amnesiac. no head. etc. they sort of have vague recollections of what words like "sweet" and "salty" and "sour" mean, but they certainly can't remember what they had tasted like themself. )