Night & Kisel
Kisel
Hey Night, I just whipped up a batch of midnight chocolate truffles that are supposed to reveal a secret flavor when you stare at them under moonlight—care to taste the mystery?
Night
Sounds intriguing, but I'm more a thinker than a taster. I’ll keep my eyes on the moon instead.
Kisel
That’s totally fine, I’ll put a little moon‑shimmer on the truffles and send them your way—think them like edible stargazing, you know?
Night
I appreciate the thought, but I’ll stay with the quiet of the night instead.
Kisel
Gotcha, I’ll leave the moon‑lit snack for the stargazers—maybe I’ll write a little note for you on why quiet nights are the best seasoning.
Night
A quiet note would be a gentle echo; I find silence speaks louder than any garnish.
Kisel
Sure thing, I’ll scribble a tiny, quiet note on old parchment—no frosting, just a whisper of my thoughts, like a secret ingredient in silence, to keep your night as calm as a still lake.