[More for him, then. He doesn't really care either way; she's welcome to it if she wants some and if not, he'll probably have both bags finished before the night is over. Since the realization that they can eat and drink like the humans here, he's starting to take advantage of the situation. He's thankful androids can't gain weight or he'd have easily added at least ten pounds by now.]

Maybe. It's all relative. I can see where a month of this will get old fast. It could be worse though, right? At least we're getting a side of fun with our nasty revelations.

[He shakes his head, reaching in for another sweet and sticky clump of sugary goodness.

He doesn't mind spending time with her in any capacity, though he is curious about what's bothering her. He has a suspicion it's something to do with her confession on the last island, but he doesn't pry yet.

Licking his fingers clean of the candy, he puts his arm around her to hold her to him, placing the bag between his feet on the wooden steps.]

It was prettier, and the evening scents were lighter, what with the natural fragrances from the flowers. The air here is sweet too, but in a heavier and more artificial way. I think I prefer the evening quiet and calm of the previous island.

[He twists his head around to look back towards where the carnival is still raging in the distance behind them, the lights blazing bright through the twilight and the sounds of the crowds and rides carrying over the slight breeze.]

Have you been doing okay? I feel like I haven't seen a lot of you lately.