Too late! She's already put the curl of chocolate into her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue. Her eyes drift half-closed. Yes, she can tell why the Vuvalini women used to talk of this stuff so wistfully; it tastes like a warm twilight.

She gives a long sigh and sets the spoon down. "It's chrome. Never had anything like it...you won't mind if I take most of it home to share, I hope?"

Looking sheepish, she gives him a nod. "What currency will you be taking, when you start charging?" This kind of thing would have to be a rare indulgence, but she definitely wants to know what her options are.