[He huffs out another breath, as though still trying to clear the concentrated intensity from his palate, and really, all his damn fur is on end-- both from the warmth that nestled out and from the experience. But despite his griping and dramatic response, he still looks half-amused.]

That's what I get for just going for it... [Another puff out, and he shakes his head. Man. He's gonna be tasting that for days. It's not bad, at least-- Really, the flavour itself is unique and kind of enjoyable. But it's a lot.]

Alright-- next one's my pick. And you gotta go first.

[This is such a dumb game, but at least they're enjoying themselves! And the natives who tend the place seem to be amused at their antics as well, occasionally looking over fondly.]

How long since you landed in Aefenglom, anyway? [He speaks as he looks over the mushrooms, as though trying to pick the next for them to sample. Shinjiro isn't exactly all over the network, or socializing, after all. So for all he knows, the guy's been here just as long as himself.

He finally seems to pick a smaller one this time-- for both their sakes. It's a soft rosy hue, with a long stem and a sharply triangular cap. He'll take up two of them, since it doesn't really look like it can be split.]