*to his urgent disappointment, killua realizes that the longer he savors the piece of cake, the fainter its sublime flavor becomes. not wanting his mouth to return to the barren, tasteless wasteland it was before, he gulps the dwindling chunk down and scarfs up the next piece alluka offers, a rush of relief accompanying the return of flavor to his tongue.*

it's so good...

*as he savors his next piece, his gaze settles intently on alluka's plate, a hungry glint in his eyes.*

i think i'm gonna need all of it. *with an impish grin, he reaches over and swaps their plates before she has the chance to protest.*