[Knowing the appetite of an Ash is a delicate thing, the first thing to break down in his body when his heart's breaking alone is not sufficient destruction for the pain life puts him through, Blanca chooses not to force him into small talk, nor to peer at him like a scientist. Instead, he takes a ship of his brandy again and feigns attention to his book once more. Peripheral vision is enough to observe Ash through.
The meal was made anticipating a resistant appetite. Even if he isn't of a mind to avail himself to the sweeter dressing, the more earthy dressing, or the slightly spicy one, for a good variety, no two bites are exactly the same, and yet there is a coordinated, fresh, vegetal theme through it all. It's meant to make him take a third bite to determine what had been so different from the first and second, and to end up losing himself in the curiosity of texture and taste, before he can think of how much he's eating or why some part of him doesn't feel he should eat.]
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The meal was made anticipating a resistant appetite. Even if he isn't of a mind to avail himself to the sweeter dressing, the more earthy dressing, or the slightly spicy one, for a good variety, no two bites are exactly the same, and yet there is a coordinated, fresh, vegetal theme through it all. It's meant to make him take a third bite to determine what had been so different from the first and second, and to end up losing himself in the curiosity of texture and taste, before he can think of how much he's eating or why some part of him doesn't feel he should eat.]