The expression on his face turns mulish. He looks down, focusing intently on taking his own bite of dessert. If there is aught different between the usual rose flavour and black rose flavour, he cannot taste it. Ignoring that, however, it is quite good. He supposes the appeal is that the filling is dark to match the cafe's general aesthetic.

"...I still do not enjoy sweet foods, but I have grown fond of sampling new things. Mayhap, once we secure more regular income, we could make these outings a more regular practice," he suggests tentatively.