"Fruit is always acceptable- unless they make either of us ill. In which case shame on you for such clumsy attempts at poison, I have taught you both better by now." Zev breezes back to the coffee table once the door is locked behind them, fetching plates from a shelf off to the side. He's slowly growing more accustomed to this skin, these hands, enough so to feel confident when he returns to lounge upon the sofa.

"Please say you brought cheese. I wish to know what it is like using this tongue. Apparently it's quite appetizing to Isaac." That much is innocent enough to share, yes? yes.