Marluxia's curiosity was piqued. Contrary to appearances, Lumi wasn't a picky eater. He came from a world where anything naturally sourced was decadent, whether it was food, or materials. Marluxia was having their house done out in as much of it as he could.

Lumi was as likely to consider offal to be fine dining as he would prime steak, but Marluxia was intrigued by the suggestion he'd recognise the flavour.

He selected a small, white dusted cube from the tub Ignis proffered. It was surprisingly pliant under his fingers and left a white powder residue. Up close it smelled mostly of sugar, and a hint of something familiar.

The texture was strange in his mouth once he got it there. It was almost gelatinous, but didn't quite have that jellyish stiffness to it. The flavour came through much more clearly then, too.

He chewed and swallowed it, looking at Ignis as he asked, "Rose?"