[ For Reiner, confections have always been a rarity. There were a few cakes in his childhood, rare and hard-won; in his teenage years, there were none at all. While he might have indulged in such luxuries in this new world, doing so simply hasn't occurred to him.
So it takes Reiner a moment to identify what the hell he's even looking at. He leans closer, squinting at the "foot," trying to puzzle it out. Then he looks back at the "hand," squeezing harder, finding that it does the exact same thing.
Finally, it clicks. He looks at the other man incredulously. ]
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So it takes Reiner a moment to identify what the hell he's even looking at. He leans closer, squinting at the "foot," trying to puzzle it out. Then he looks back at the "hand," squeezing harder, finding that it does the exact same thing.
Finally, it clicks. He looks at the other man incredulously. ]
Are these cakes?