"Yes, it's good and also it tastes like nothing," Slate said, taking a bit between his own fingers and holding it up in a mock cheers before taking a bite. "It's like... it's just fried sugar, I think, I don't know. I don't really know how frying works and at this point I'm afraid to ask." He was glad to see Moxie; glad for a focus on something, someone good, in the midst of the chaos. His tributes were alive and he was being haunted by the idea that he should do something, but he was frozen, unsure what that something could be.
She nodded sagely at his words, still considering the doughy creation pinned between her fingertips. Moxie gave a little raise of her bite once she saw Slate make the gesture and brought it to her lips. It was β strange and certainly she'd never eaten anything like this before in her life. "It's β yeah," Moxie said thoughtfully through the bite, covering her mouth with her hand, "Nothing? But it's β not quite a pastry? This is weird. Not bad just, very, very strange β this isn't a district thing?"













