"What do you like to eat bunny?" I don't know if he is doing it knowingly, but with the thumb of his hand that's holding onto mine is grazing my skin incessantly.
"Seafood." I replied, though he obviously knows.
"Hm. And what else?" He asked.
"Fruits then?"
"Which ones?"
"I like the more juicy ones with fibers and pulp, and I am okay with trying others, but of the ones I have tried, I don't like bananas and kiwis."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Not for me. What about you?"
"Me? I don't really know, even if I think about it, I don't really have a preference in food and fruits."
"Then beyond that, what do you like? There was a tree in .. that place. The peach tree. So do you like trees?" I can't really talk about his realm of consciousness when we are inside a world.
"Oh .. then yes, I do like trees and plants. More specifically, I like how they evolve over seasons."
"Then, what about the snow?" It fell with your tears, so it's hard not to remember.
