As the berry met her lips and then her mouth, an explosion of taste grasped hold of her. The initial bite was sour, her nose wrinkled at the sensation but quickly the sour erupted into a sweet sensation. Despite wanting to emit a sound, Ariel breathed out a satisfied moan, eyes rolling backward into their sockets for the briefest moment as she savored the bite.
A breath outward and she chewed heartily, tilting her gaze toward James as he lingered there in the arch of the doorway.
She would not leave him out and he was welcome to refuse, but while she held her half-eaten berry in one hand, she lifted the bowl out toward James. She would not eat in front of him without offering first. It wasn't polite. And to have him near for any reason was always welcome.