He knew that she knew, but the man continued to play along anyway. That just continued to confuse her. Did he not care? Was there no real reason for him to protect his identity in the first place? Or perhaps, perhaps he was playing with her. Well, if the wizard wanted to play a game, who was she to deny him?
Cucumbers and lemon. Honestly, who would order that? Not that it was the most ridiculous of combinations, but it was hardly something the witch herself would willingly enjoy. She couldn't quite tell if the male across from her was continuing to play, or just rather odd. If she had to guess, the woman would probably say that it was a combination of the two options. But she couldn't be sure, and she didn't like being unsure.
"Odd, certainly, but you seem to be enjoying it well enough," Katrina-Carlotta replied neutrally. He'd smirked at her, but a smirk could mean a great many things. Truthfully, she was starting to enjoy this seemingly casual conversation, filled with so many meaningful undertones. The words were casual, but conversing was always about far more than just words. This was a prime example.
"Vanilla," the woman responded casually. She wondered if he would comment on the boringness of the flavor. She knew that many would. Vanilla, simple, plain, casual. It wasn't though, not really. The flavor could be rich, or soft. It could be creamy, or bordering on bitter. Vanilla was over-looked, even while it remained the basis for so many other flavors. That's why vanilla was powerful, really. Besides, it tasted good.