They nod, and turn their head toward the vendor. "One for each of us, please."

The mooncakes have different patterns baked into them to distinguish the fillings apart from each other. Death receives the one she'd asked for, as well as one with a blossom shape on it. Her new friend also receives one, and bites into it with undisguised pleasure.

What little can be seen of their cheeks flushes slightly pink at the compliment, uncertain what to say. "Oh... thank you," they mumble through a mouthful of mooncake. Chew, swallow, take a sip from a little flask tucked into the front of their armor. "I'm a Dax today. They were elite warriors, once upon a time."