[She has a seat across from him and summons her blade as a knife - as always, the thick black ichor seems to pour straight from her wrist into its form, which solidifies, so black it barely reflects the ambient light in the room. She neatly slices one of the little treats in half and pops it in her mouth, and as it melts on her tongue with all its sugar, she laughs a little, eyes watering. She rinses it down with coffee.]
I think I'm going to lose all my teeth if I have any more of that, how can you eat those?
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I think I'm going to lose all my teeth if I have any more of that, how can you eat those?