"It's very nice to meet you, Angel. Call me Max." He takes Angel's hand and shows no sign of surprise at all from the temperature. Max's own grip is warm and strong, but he keeps the contact cordially brief.

"Okay. So, you like strong tastes, huh. You're not actually the first person I've met who needs that to be able to taste. It looks like we have some good options here except for..." Max spots that pan of ""fudge"" on the corner of the table and clandestinely lifts it and sets it in the grass under the table. "Not this one. But this fudgy looking chocolate cake here might be just your style."