Talk:Wererabbit/@comment-26911558-20161230025114/@comment-30700719-20170211221100

"Why hello, Nina. My name's TheJanadianKing, but TJK is shorter. I've got some lemon tarts in my picnic basket, would you like one?" She nods, and I reach over and grab the basket. I pick up a tart and offer it to her. She eats it, then gets a weird look on her face. "What's this flavour? It's not sweet OR savoury!" "That, Nina, is sourness. Normally, it's much more powerful than that tart, but if you put in a bit of sugar, it's FANTASTIC. Goes great with apple cider, too." I say, taking a swig of it myself. "You know, this taste, sour, did you call it? Anyway, it makes me want to taste something completely different to it, to balance out the flavour," she says. "Then, you would be looking for a radish! If you have a garden at home, there will probably be one there." I stand up, brush off the crumbs, and walk away.