"I'm going to need about ten of those," Silena chirps out easily, leaning against the front of the stall and reaching up to adjust the crown of flowers in her hair that a dryad had gifted her with. She doesn't look like she can eat that many herself, but well... that's because Silena chooses to have these curves and muscles and this particular size. She's fit, that's important to her.

But so is dessert. Dessert is so important. Dessert is desperately important.

Hence her assault on Ethan's particular dessert. Look at those ice cream sandwiches though, how can anyone say no?