[ He wants to tell her that none of this was necessary and that her "gift" from yesterday was already a sufficient enough apology because it's the thought that counts even if he didn't particularly like it. But he keeps the words to himself as he looks up from the box to meet her gaze. ]
Alright. [ He nods—truthfully, he doesn't expect much from this batch either when his palate is utterly alien compared to that of humans. It's part of the reason why he's known to never have spoken any sincere praise even about the most elegant of dishes served by the most renowned chefs. But he hopes that he can at least say something about the flavor that's both sincere and positive.
Picking up the smoked salmon macaron between his fingers, he bites into the macaron with a soft crunch. The shell is crispy without being too hard to bite into and the filing is moist without being too wet; on a purely technical standpoint, it's very well-made. Chewing slowly, he lets the flavors roll over his tongue—although nothing revolutionary, they're pleasant enough and leaves him with a positive impression. He considers how to convey his thoughts, and speaks: ]
This one is light on the palate but still has plenty of flavor, and the dill isn't overpowering. The smoked salmon tastes just like it should; only with a hint of brine and a delicate smoke flavoring. [ There's the slightest shift to his expression, his smile almost as subtle as as water trickling through sand. ] As someone who is very particular about the quality of the fish I consume, it has my approval.
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Alright. [ He nods—truthfully, he doesn't expect much from this batch either when his palate is utterly alien compared to that of humans. It's part of the reason why he's known to never have spoken any sincere praise even about the most elegant of dishes served by the most renowned chefs. But he hopes that he can at least say something about the flavor that's both sincere and positive.
Picking up the smoked salmon macaron between his fingers, he bites into the macaron with a soft crunch. The shell is crispy without being too hard to bite into and the filing is moist without being too wet; on a purely technical standpoint, it's very well-made. Chewing slowly, he lets the flavors roll over his tongue—although nothing revolutionary, they're pleasant enough and leaves him with a positive impression. He considers how to convey his thoughts, and speaks: ]
This one is light on the palate but still has plenty of flavor, and the dill isn't overpowering. The smoked salmon tastes just like it should; only with a hint of brine and a delicate smoke flavoring. [ There's the slightest shift to his expression, his smile almost as subtle as as water trickling through sand. ] As someone who is very particular about the quality of the fish I consume, it has my approval.