[He doesn't respond to the wine comment, focusing on the bite. He knew Tran was attracted to him- maybe this time...
... no. Of course not. The pastry is ash in his mouth. The pleasant texture of the flake returning to sticky dough as he chews. His stomach rolls, threatening to reject it the more he tried to focus on the sensations.
He resists the urge to spit it out into a napkin. If it was actually badly made he would have. This isn't the first fumbling offering he's done exactly that with from amateur cooks. But it's not badly made. Not professional, but acceptable. So he swallows.
Still, he doesn't bother hiding his pained expression, even as his words are neutral]
It could be worse. Pastry is a difficult medium to work with.
cw: imagry similar to emoto and disordered eating
... no. Of course not. The pastry is ash in his mouth. The pleasant texture of the flake returning to sticky dough as he chews. His stomach rolls, threatening to reject it the more he tried to focus on the sensations.
He resists the urge to spit it out into a napkin. If it was actually badly made he would have. This isn't the first fumbling offering he's done exactly that with from amateur cooks. But it's not badly made. Not professional, but acceptable. So he swallows.
Still, he doesn't bother hiding his pained expression, even as his words are neutral]
It could be worse. Pastry is a difficult medium to work with.