Popping candy. How interesting. So far he’d been introduced to candy as mostly being something chocolatey or fruity and sweet - Tarzan hasn’t realized it could also take other forms like exploding in your mouth. As the cup was taken out of his hand, he gave a nod of appreciation to Jane before taking a somewhat hesitant sip of the next concoction. It fizzled as well but nearly as much, certainly not enough to make him feel as if his mouth were going to explode. It was also quite lemony, very similar to a lemonade almost but with bubbles. “That was much more pleasant,” he declares, taking another sip again to prove it as he listened to the further explanation of how this Hall-oh-ween holiday worked.
For all he was new to the human world and the social intricacies that came with it, there were some things that matched up quite well with what he’d known from back in his life with his hoard. In example, the way that Jane glanced off to the side and quickly decided this wasn’t a discussion to have here and now felt eerily similar to how his mother and aunts would behave whenever he asked a question they felt ill prepared to answer or were worried his father might overhear and disapprove of him knowing. Tarzan doubted that was the exact case for this situation, but he knew well enough to let the topic be dropped. Though he made a mental note to bring it up again, still quite interested in just what the humans considered to be dangerous. Besides, he much more enjoyed hearing what she loved about this holiday instead. “A sweet tooth?” he echoes back, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in his confusion. “Why would your tooth be sweet? And how would you know that? Do you… do you eat your teeth?” It seemed like a ridiculous answer, and he was almost certain that was not the case, but he couldn’t imagine what else the phrase could mean. “Can children not buy their own candy as well? Is Hall-oh-ween the only time they are allowed it?” That also seemed like it couldn’t be the case, for Tarzan had seen far too many different types of candies in the grocery aisles for them to all only exist for this one holiday.
"Good," she agreed with a grin, thankful that she'd found something that he liked. It was difficult to communicate with someone who took everything so literally at times, especially when she was using phrases that weren't to be taken as such. "No! No, It's just a saying, Tarzan. A sweet tooth is when you have ... an affinity, I guess, for things that are sweet. I don't eat my teeth," she assured him with a light laugh, always careful that it didn't seem she was laughing at him. The line between the two was thin, but he never seemed to be offended. "So, for example, if you liked this drink so much, and all the candy we have at home, then perhaps you might have a sweet tooth yourself."
It was difficult to explain the intricacies of the autonomy of children versus adults, though she supposed the main driver of the two was in fact that adults had much easier access to the money to drive their decisions. "They can, I suppose, but it's more of a matter of if they can convince their parents to buy it for them, or if they have enough money to buy it themselves. Also, and this is getting a bit advanced here in our human lessons, but there are different types of candy for every holiday. For example, when Christmas comes around, you'll see these curved, red and white striped candy canes, they're called, and they taste like peppermint. I don't know if you know what that tastes like, but sort of similar to the mint of toothpaste."

















