It's not a transcendent experience, but it's clear V's enjoying what's pinging his tastebuds. He's had organic food before - less when he was a kid, but having a partner who's a rich musician has provided him experiences of real food that he'd never have otherwise.
This chicken tastes sublime to the merc who tends to express himself easily no matter the company. It's not spicy in a way that hurts, but he still feels the warmth. He'd never invested in pain editing cyberware because, truthfully, he doesn't hate pain. Definitely doesn't want to mute it to silence.
"Nova. Tastes preem," he says between delighted mouthfuls, the synthetic skin covering the cyberware that makes up his right hand and forearm gathering the dish's juices. Something he rectifies by sucking on those onyx fingers.
"No birds in the city, where I was last, so none o' this is available to anybody who's not flush with eddies. You like it? Can see why this'd be fun downstairs too."
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This chicken tastes sublime to the merc who tends to express himself easily no matter the company. It's not spicy in a way that hurts, but he still feels the warmth. He'd never invested in pain editing cyberware because, truthfully, he doesn't hate pain. Definitely doesn't want to mute it to silence.
"Nova. Tastes preem," he says between delighted mouthfuls, the synthetic skin covering the cyberware that makes up his right hand and forearm gathering the dish's juices. Something he rectifies by sucking on those onyx fingers.
"No birds in the city, where I was last, so none o' this is available to anybody who's not flush with eddies. You like it? Can see why this'd be fun downstairs too."