Non-pariels. Nock always forgot the names of those delicious little things, even though he had a fondness for the dark chocolate sprinkled with… whatever it was the were sprinkled with. It was a nice contrast in taste. These were neither to be sucked on or chewed, but best to just allow to melt down on the tongue.
“Abso. I could do with some nosh, yeah.” He nodded not that she would have seen the gesture as she was already on the hunt for different shoes. Something about hairnets and fruit cocktails, enough to turn his imp stomach, but nevermind, though he made a mental note of every word she said his true focus was elsewhere. On the rear attributes of the dark-skinned dancing fae. Tiny though she may be, she did not have ths slight build of many in he race. No, this girl had the pleasing curves of a woman.
In fact, he hardly turned his eyes aside, only long enough to duck inside her closet, where she kept shoes when they were actually put away, and then out again… even if he hadn’t done it quite as quickly as he might have. “Are these them?” He asked from beside her. Yes, he was on his knees beside her.