[ Ordinarily, Dark could never follow orders. It's what makes him a wildcard in the mix of thingsβ him, a being of his own impulses and whims. Whether or not Midna recognizes it at this moment just yet, the wizard is simply at the will of his own libido and sexual interest. He looks between her and the collection of foods he's brought back, thinking momentarily. ]
The black forest cake.
[ He decides it with confidence, knocking on the fluffy dessert with the side of his fork. The prongs leave a thin mark on the brown icing. ]
Something about you makes me think you'd go straight for the sweets.
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The black forest cake.
[ He decides it with confidence, knocking on the fluffy dessert with the side of his fork. The prongs leave a thin mark on the brown icing. ]
Something about you makes me think you'd go straight for the sweets.