Green tea and honeycomb. Reiner takes note of that, half out of habit and half because he likes his new little friend. If he can get it a treat to eat, why not?
He tilts his head at the question, taking his time to consider it. It's a small but unguarded moment: were he talking to someone humanoid, he'd be more likely to barrel straight into an answer. But here and now, he doesn't mind pausing to consider, his hand still stroking the creature's scales.
"They're both treats in their own way," he starts. "Pastries were reserved for special occasions in my hometown. They were too expensive to eat every day. As for the coffee: I lived in a place without it for several years. So, when I can get a good cup, I'm grateful. Nothing else wakes me up quite as effectively."
Not that Reiner just woke up. But he does have a certain air of exhaustion to him, albeit one eased by the quiet joy of sitting with his new little noodle friend.
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He tilts his head at the question, taking his time to consider it. It's a small but unguarded moment: were he talking to someone humanoid, he'd be more likely to barrel straight into an answer. But here and now, he doesn't mind pausing to consider, his hand still stroking the creature's scales.
"They're both treats in their own way," he starts. "Pastries were reserved for special occasions in my hometown. They were too expensive to eat every day. As for the coffee: I lived in a place without it for several years. So, when I can get a good cup, I'm grateful. Nothing else wakes me up quite as effectively."
Not that Reiner just woke up. But he does have a certain air of exhaustion to him, albeit one eased by the quiet joy of sitting with his new little noodle friend.