Based on the way Adia wrinkles her nose and pulls the candy cane out of her mouth, the answer to that is 'no', at least in her opinion. But she'll let Faris decide for himself. Caspar told her that he likes motor oil, so she's not about to assume what sorts of flavor combinations he would enjoy.

Still. Mint in eggnog. Ew. Caspar seems to agree, but before he can say anything on the matter, he's being asked about his face changing color. "Excuse me?" He seems confused more than anything.

Adia peers at him. "Oh." She smiles softly and lightly brushes one of Caspar's cheeks with her fingertips. "He means your blush."

As if on cue, Caspar's blush magnifies. "What? No. I'm not blushing."

"We do it when we're feeling self-conscious or embarrassed," she explains to Faris. "It's the blood rushing to the surface of our skin. A blush can sometimes go all the way down to one's chest. It depends on a lot of factors." She looks back at Caspar curiously; she doesn't say it out loud, but it's obvious she's wondering what had him feeling self-conscious earlier.

Frowning, Caspar leans in and whispers something into Adia's ear. And look at that, another blush, right on cue. "Naughty," she tells him, sticking the candy cane into his mouth, which he accepts without complaint. "Our skin also flushes when we're over-heated, or angry, or are physically attracted to someone. But technically that's not blushing."

"So technically I wasn't blushing," Caspar says around his candy. "What about you, Faris? Do you change colors?"