( She committed. She gave her word. It's right there. Looks like there's no turning back now. [Technically, there's always a chance to turn back. She's just not going to take it.]
So she downs it. Not even a little taste, she tilts the ladle back drinks everything it has to offer. If she doesn't think it about it, it's okay. If she doesn't think about it, it's okay. If she doesn'tâ
Her entire body wants to react, not just her tongue. It's too many textures. She can taste the grit from the salt that never fully dissolved, the spice from one of far too many seasonings all stewed together, the oil from the butter sitting like a layer of oil on top. And that crunch? Does she even want to know where the crunch is coming from? Was that... candy corn? Her immediate impulse is to gag and cough â like her throat so desperately wants her to do. This was a mistake. There are no gods. Congrats, she played herself. But as long as she doesn't admit defeat, she's still winning in some way. So she'll go along with whatever game Dave is playing. She doesn't know what he's up to, but she's not about to make a fool of herself for his benefit. )
Tastes... great. So yum! You're seriously... so... so... good at this!
( In reality, Victoria could feel her tastebuds hosting a riot against her. Even forming her lips to say these words was a struggle.
After a moment of letting of letting all the flavors settle on her tongue, however... it wasn't bad. )
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So she downs it. Not even a little taste, she tilts the ladle back drinks everything it has to offer. If she doesn't think it about it, it's okay. If she doesn't think about it, it's okay. If she doesn'tâ
Her entire body wants to react, not just her tongue. It's too many textures. She can taste the grit from the salt that never fully dissolved, the spice from one of far too many seasonings all stewed together, the oil from the butter sitting like a layer of oil on top. And that crunch? Does she even want to know where the crunch is coming from? Was that... candy corn? Her immediate impulse is to gag and cough â like her throat so desperately wants her to do. This was a mistake. There are no gods. Congrats, she played herself. But as long as she doesn't admit defeat, she's still winning in some way. So she'll go along with whatever game Dave is playing. She doesn't know what he's up to, but she's not about to make a fool of herself for his benefit. )
Tastes... great. So yum! You're seriously... so... so... good at this!
( In reality, Victoria could feel her tastebuds hosting a riot against her. Even forming her lips to say these words was a struggle.
After a moment of letting of letting all the flavors settle on her tongue, however... it wasn't bad. )