[Blade sighs and leans into Dan Heng a bit, unable to resist melting into him when he feels those arms.]

Wait, don't—

[... He just ate it.

He just ate it.

The thing has the texture of hardtack and Dan Heng ate it without even flinching.

Blade suddenly understands what it is like to fear god. God is his boyfriend and his stomach is apparently a direct portal to hell. He stares for a long moment, barely blinking.]

You... know all of that from a bite?

[It was a good try on your own. Blade bows his head.]

... I wanted to do something nice for you. All I did was make more work.

I'm sorry.