[Lenalee's is as good as gone. NNNGH, inching towards the table. She barely seems to notice Allen in the room until she reaches out for a bun and glances up at him on happenstance. In the tone of someone who is knowingly doing a stupid thing:] ...This is a bad idea, isn't it?
[Having been looking for reaffirmation and gotten it, Lenalee does hesitate a little, splitting a guilty glance between him and the table.] You shouldn't. There has to be something wrong with it; it could hurt you.
[She does, which is possibly the only reason she doesn't knock the tart away as soon as he takes it between his fingers. If she had to, she'd let herself go without, but there's not a chance in hell she'll make him grin and bear the hunger pains. Picking up a tart of her own, lips pursed.] Mm.
[Yes, it did. Lenalee's does the same, leaving her sputtering and trying to wipe the ash from her lips. The bitter taste just makes her hungrier, and this is. Kind of scary.] --What? No!
[Food that'd make them sick after eating she could have made herself deal with, but food that doesn't let you eat it at all is just cruel.]
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...Something small.
[If he's going to risk it, eat something small.]
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Ready?
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...Oh god did it just turn to dust.]
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[Food that'd make them sick after eating she could have made herself deal with, but food that doesn't let you eat it at all is just cruel.]
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