[ Both the enticing smells and the larger size of the stall causing it to stand out have drawn in the curious eyes (and nose) of Ventus. Everything about it — from the whole set-up to the menu offered to the cook with the transforming arm himself — leaves Ven with an almost childlike sense of wonder and awe as he draws to a halt in front of the stall. He almost doesn't want to disturb the man, too fascinated by the swift and fluid changes of his arm, but just standing there and watching him work from behind would probably be rude and a greeting is already leaving Ven's mouth pretty much automatically; the greeting tinged a little with the hesitance that makes him not want to interrupt the smooth flow of work.

But greeted that warmly in return, Ventus' immediate response is to grin right back with responding enthusiasm, hesitance promptly forgotten. ]

All of this looks incredible! You must be a really good cook if you can make almost anything.

[ His eyes drift away from the vendor — who reminds him a tiny bit of the people he'd seen on the ship where he met Experiment 626 — to the menu. ]

What are the rose puffs?