[ They eat, companionably. Victor aims to finish his smaller portion around the same time Qingxuan finishes theirs, but waits for the dishwashing to be done before rising to move and do his own. ]
[ They both stand at the table, then. ]
Yes, we can have another tomorrow. You can pick something else you like.
[ Food isn't... quite what it used to be, to him. And why not simply experience something new when his body can now process whatever he eats or drinks? ]
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[ They both stand at the table, then. ]
Yes, we can have another tomorrow. You can pick something else you like.
[ Food isn't... quite what it used to be, to him. And why not simply experience something new when his body can now process whatever he eats or drinks? ]