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A simper etches on Alex's amethyst lips as she takes her fill, a delicate line between meager level and Gladius level. The tone of the wisp certainty spoke of her false outrage as a harlequin.

"I do appreciate your permission in this small request" she speaks while patting the little she took to a pocket dimension, acting as a pocket. All but a cup of pudding "Hmm? Liquid? Never had that before..."

She weaves a spoon of ether and takes the cup as the last piece she sought to keep with herself before dissipating back to her chair, this time, dipping her marvelous handmade spoon deep into the thick liquid. Curiosity assails her normally neutral expression as a spoonful approaches her.