It's different to see Ekkehardt so off-guard. It's strange to think he could make such an impact, though he's not sure why. It's only now that he realizes he's never seen it before.
But it warms him, and the smile more so. These are the sort of moments that mean the most to him. These moments where he can express to those people he cares about and they see it too.
He laughs, not mocking, but amused.
"Yes!" He says, beaming. He explains, "Everything on the ofrenda is made with the intention for spirits to take it. You and I aren't quite spirits, but we're more soul than body, I think. At least enough that the magic here applies to us. Anything you wish to try here, you can and should be able to. I've been going at things all evening."
If Ekkehardt should deign to take a bite, he should be able to taste it. It's a sweet bread, sugared and coated with a sort of orange zest. But past that, and with anything else Ekkehardt might decide to take, is a sense of energy, rejuvenation, a strange taste that calls of nostalgia, memory, and love. It's subtle, but it should taste slightly better than the earthly counterpart. It doesn't settle in the stomach or anything like that, simply vanishing-- or perhaps becoming part of whatever energy pushes them on.
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But it warms him, and the smile more so. These are the sort of moments that mean the most to him. These moments where he can express to those people he cares about and they see it too.
He laughs, not mocking, but amused.
"Yes!" He says, beaming. He explains, "Everything on the ofrenda is made with the intention for spirits to take it. You and I aren't quite spirits, but we're more soul than body, I think. At least enough that the magic here applies to us. Anything you wish to try here, you can and should be able to. I've been going at things all evening."
If Ekkehardt should deign to take a bite, he should be able to taste it. It's a sweet bread, sugared and coated with a sort of orange zest. But past that, and with anything else Ekkehardt might decide to take, is a sense of energy, rejuvenation, a strange taste that calls of nostalgia, memory, and love. It's subtle, but it should taste slightly better than the earthly counterpart. It doesn't settle in the stomach or anything like that, simply vanishing-- or perhaps becoming part of whatever energy pushes them on.