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Lambda stared at the proffered fruit, not having expected it to be offered. Its skin had been removed and the flesh carved into a manner of flower. It resembled more artistry than sustenance, and Lambda had seen for himself what time it had taken to carve.

“It resembles what humans might carve from wood to decorate their homes,” he noted. “Why put in so much effort, when you only intend to consume it?" 

His lips parted, eased smile to the other who seemed rather … confused. The spurt of a giggle sliding from the back of his throat escaping in a soft laugh. Truly, why did the blonde put so much work into something so quaint? It was a strange thing, but … ”Because,“ he answered simply,

   ”When I’m c-cooking, or even just making a little s-something out of this apple … it calms me down, gives me s-something to do.“

Busy hands kept from idle thoughts. ( though he won’t explain the thoughts that plague dreams or ideas ) ”To me … it comes n-naturally. Or I guess I should s-say, I’ve been alive for so long, it’s second nature b-by now.“