[It is an automatic answer and she winces a little before she can stop herself. In truth she has been observing the menu without thinking about its contents beyond how she can't afford them. This time her toe scuffs the floor.]
These choices are all right enough. The ones I recognize. [Some have decorations that she can only perceive as fruit but it isn't any fruit she's ever seen, or smelled.] What sorts of food do you like?
[The inflection is the key, there; she looks at him only long enough to look away and it sounds more like she's trying to get the right answer to a riddle than find out his preferences.]
no subject
[It is an automatic answer and she winces a little before she can stop herself. In truth she has been observing the menu without thinking about its contents beyond how she can't afford them. This time her toe scuffs the floor.]
These choices are all right enough. The ones I recognize. [Some have decorations that she can only perceive as fruit but it isn't any fruit she's ever seen, or smelled.] What sorts of food do you like?
[The inflection is the key, there; she looks at him only long enough to look away and it sounds more like she's trying to get the right answer to a riddle than find out his preferences.]