[ he blinks at the offer of the chocolate bar, then hesitantly reaches out to accept it, fingers briefly brushing tenka's in thanks before lifting it to take a small bite. (ah! chocolate. he does know this flavour, at least.) his expression melts into pleasure for several moments as he finishes the bar, licking his thumb and forefinger clean.

but.. right. important things to discuss. ]

That's very strange. A little distressing, as well. [ a beat. ] Though I suppose if I'm meant to do other things, at least I am quite capable of cooking and housework. And laundry. [ that's right, he's a sword that dusts windows and hangs out sheets. ]