[Orcelito defaults to his favorite color and politely requests a blue one. He’s surprised by how little it weighs as he takes the stick. The blue strands at the base cling to his fingers, melting at the touch. It’s stickier than expected. He narrows his eyes in concentration, deciding how to best approach. It seems there’s no way around getting his face or his hands (or both) sticky. He'll try pulling off just a piece to start – it’s delicate and melts in his mouth with a strong, sweet flavor – and his focused expression relaxes.]
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This… this is good!