“Sounds interesting,” you say in response to the fetch-modus, cradling Celes and off-handedly scritching along her ruff and under her chin. Given the fact that you frequently find yourself in similar positions with Roxy’s beloved Frigglish cat-care is basically second-nature to you by now.
You grin at Kitt’s raised brow, not saying anything for or against the possibility of gain. You figure he isn’t expecting you to at any rate, and you’re glad you didn’t try when Kitt breaks into and out of technical speak on you. You repress the urge to snicker outright, though you have a feeling your nose is scrunching in amusement.
“With a preamble like that, how can we go wrong? Honestly, though, I’m pretty blank slate when it comes to recommendations.” You pause, considering. “I’m in favor of something fruit-related. Or confectionery. It’d be a new experience.”
“It’s something or other anyway,” Kitt offers cheerily but noncommittally.
Celes very much appreciates the attention, and one might wonder how such a compact kitten can make such a loud, engine-rev-like purr. She enthusiastically rubs her cheek on Hal’s hand and flutters her wings slightly before resettling them. Getting first dibs on the skilled people is a benefit she quite enjoys from her boldness.
Kitt watches the pair with an amused grin, Hal’s undeniably a sweetheart, and adorable when excited. You remembers when corporeal life was that new and breathtaking to yourself with faintly bittersweet nostalgia.
When he mentions you making something sweet and sugary your expression and posture falters for the briefest of moments while your currently nonexistent stomach turns and head goes light. You forcibly shove down the associated slew of emotional resonance. You had given him his choice. Now to lay in the bed you made.
“How fruity are you looking on a range from fruit salad to bruschetta made from cherries instead of tomatoes?”
There, if Hal picks from within that range, you should be safe.