"Strawberries are good," she agrees. While he reaches for a stick, she lightly takes hold of his arm, bringing it closer to her mouth so she can lick a bit of the remaining vanilla paint off of him.

When he looks back at her, she just smirks and shrugs one shoulder. "Perfume smells differently on different people, why wouldn't body paint taste different? Have to be thorough, you know. And it does. Taste different. It's sweeter on me."