“Personal experience is the best teacher,” Dietrich murmured, setting his sights on an apple first. It was fresh and green, a contrast with its bright red companion within its bowl. He didn’t peel fruit as preference; he munched it for a while until he added. “In my country, the Germanicus Kingdom, the court throws plenty lavish parties and banquets with the most varied recipes. If you are lucky, you find out which one if the best. If you are a poor soul who had just stumbled with those friendly attempt of poisoning between relatives or friends, well…” He took another bite of the apple, smiling against its texture.
One by one, he glutted on the grapes, carefully removing the seeds from his mouth with a napkin. “I used to. I had a bad… experience with ice a couple of years ago that ruined the enjoyment.” He reached for the cherries, speaking of the ice witch would upset his appetite. “It doesn’t mean I dislike snow or ice-cream, a more recent event had me taking a liking again. The trauma has already passed,” he assured, sarcastically.