[Wrath's eyes don't reflect in the darkness like they used to anymore-- but the owl-eyed way he looks up at her probably would have looked positively demonic if they'd still been Homunculi. Instead, it looks the way it should-- a little wary, a little bit like a rabbit in the yard at night the second you turn the patio light on.]
[He cocks his head to the side, but doesn't reply. Not just YET, anyway.]
[Instead, he steps into the house, gingerly, as though expecting someone to swoop out of nowhere with a net. When that doesn't happen, he takes another few steps, bare feet slapping quietly on the tile.]
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[He cocks his head to the side, but doesn't reply. Not just YET, anyway.]
[Instead, he steps into the house, gingerly, as though expecting someone to swoop out of nowhere with a net. When that doesn't happen, he takes another few steps, bare feet slapping quietly on the tile.]
[THEN he speaks, looking over at Lust.]
Is popcorn a bread?