[Gideon makes a decidedly rude noise and waves a tawny hand at him-- the threat of future vengeance seeming but a minor trifle after having spent the entirety of her short life in the company of Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Now that nasty little pointy-face witch knows a thing or two about vengeance.

Seemingly unconcerned, she leans over and dunks one finger into the goopy mess before sliding it into her mouth and sucking it clean without reservation. And it's...well, it's pretty grim. But just as she'd suspected, isn't the grimmest thing she's ever eaten. As such, her face remains largely impassive, tilting slightly toward thoughtful.]

Hmmm. Interesting, interesting. It's kinda like indeterminate stew followed by...I dunno. Some kind of sweet pudding. But hey, I like stew. I like dessert. Can't go wrong!

[You very much can go wrong, and this mess is the very definition of it. But when one has been brought up on grew gruel, gritty snow leeks, and nutrient paste, one learns not to be too fussy.

She slides him a grin.]

Why dontcha suck it and see.