Oh, this is nice. Glitch sits up straight and watches, the smile curving his lips the one of wonder. It somehow feels like everything Bagoas does has an air of ritual and he pays close attention. The selection, the study, the...offering.

He looks at the berry, imagines taste and texture, thinks of getting exactly what he wants. Then he glances up again, eyes meeting his friends', and he plucks the berry free with his lips.

Then his eyelids fall: tart, sweet, little bursts of flavor and he nods softly.

"Perfect," he says with a blink and a smile. "Thank you. Would you like one? I can give you a fact to go with it."