"Aw, is the fire ghoul scared of a little spice? I thought you could handle at least some." He sat there across the tub with his smug toothy grin. What a catch that sat across from him. There was an energy within this fire ghoul that he didn't give to others, and those he did give it to, well, they got the fire that one may stereotypically expect from a fire ghoul. Around here, however, Swiss was that flame bearer.

"If you don't think you can handle it, we can always add a little, give it taste test, and add a little more if we feel adventurous. No harm is seeing what spice tolerance we've got," if their night got back on the original track, and it wasn't totally awkward, then Swiss would never say no,

"And if soup just ain't our thing tonight, we can always see what else is on the menu~"