[He turns his head to eye the "popcorn" the man is indicating and after a beat he sits up and reaches for a single kernel. It smells good enough and the man is offering. Qingxuan is a lifetime away from the man who would have turned down any offering of food.
He places it on his tongue and then make a happy sound of surprise as it softens and the flavor hits his palette.]
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He places it on his tongue and then make a happy sound of surprise as it softens and the flavor hits his palette.]
Oh, I like popcorn! What is it?