[Once more, Dion feigns scandal, albeit slightly less dramatic. There is no flailing about or anything like that. Nevertheless, his nose does scrunch playfully, before he shakes his head in faux exasperation.]

But how did you properly savor your cheeses? And what of your fruits?

[The act drops, and Dion finds himself relaxing once more. He had made a misstep, but it wasn't being held against him. There was no resentment or residual anger. It was... comforting. Easy.]

I suppose I will just have to adjust, then. Begrudgingly.