[Perhaps, but he might have had an ulterior motive or two. It seemed like a good place to have a little fun at the very least, and why not share fun with Gershom?
He trusts Gershom's judgement at least.]
I'm not familiar with the flavor, to, well, be honest!
[He'd one plenty of traveling in his youth and tasted plenty fruits, but this 'orange' was not something he'd become familiar with.
He points to it, telling the vender to give him the orange one, and then he pops it into his mouth and pushes it into a cheek. It's a surprisingly good flavor. Tart and sweet at the same time, cold as the winter's snow. He sucks on it, letting it melt a little, then draws it out with a pop so he can speak to his friend.]
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He trusts Gershom's judgement at least.]
I'm not familiar with the flavor, to, well, be honest!
[He'd one plenty of traveling in his youth and tasted plenty fruits, but this 'orange' was not something he'd become familiar with.
He points to it, telling the vender to give him the orange one, and then he pops it into his mouth and pushes it into a cheek. It's a surprisingly good flavor. Tart and sweet at the same time, cold as the winter's snow. He sucks on it, letting it melt a little, then draws it out with a pop so he can speak to his friend.]
Ever the best taste, Gersh. Very good.