Snap, snap.
Taisia's movements were like those of some herbivorous animal slowly chewing the grass. Her expression was expressionless—or rather, imbued with a sense of utter indifference—when a very faint look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on her face. She narrowed her eyes, a slight flush rising to her cheeks as she chewed slowly, letting out a sure-to-be-blissful "mm-mm" sound.
She, Taisia, was savoring the taste of freshly baked bread.
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