[ the piece of candy snaps in half, and one half is offered to her with friendly familiarity. zelda likes that. she likes the free way he talks to her, offering up information about him without prompting. it's a pleasant reminder that not all of her is enshrouded in the death wrap of her and her life before, of her and divinity. so she takes it between her thumb and index finger and for a moment, she thinks of herself as little more than a trick or treater, like one of the children screeching outside the labyrinth for more candy. ]

Halloween? [ she thinks she's heard of it, but perhaps only recently; her gaze lifting from the candy. right— so he has a familiarity with the customs here, then. mostly, she thinks this is like a harvest festival, but... ]

You must either be someone who likes sweets or holidays, or know someone who does, then. So, which is it? [ she's curious. maybe she's wrong, and how wonderfully and mortal it would be to be so! popping the half he's broken off for her into her mouth, zelda chews the treat with rapt attention. she savors the sweet flavor, the crunch of— of nuts, yes? chocolate, too. she's barely tasted it before tonight. ]