[He barely notices the slight - is it fond? is it amusement? is it teasing? maybe all of the above? - smile on his own lips when she gingerly picks the hors d'oeuvre and eats it with a sigh. The food is good, granted, but only a starving foodie would be able to acknowledge that kind of appreciative bliss.]
That little thing can't be satisfying, though. Eat up, I ain't much for etiquette and you know it.
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That little thing can't be satisfying, though. Eat up, I ain't much for etiquette and you know it.