[Okay, maybe that gesture gets a small laugh from him as he pulls his tongue back in and swallows. Lysunder soon turns his head to stare at his feet, then the granola bar in his hands. A frown.]
Granola?
[He says with a quirk of a brow, looking over to Darkleer now.]
action;
Granola?
[He says with a quirk of a brow, looking over to Darkleer now.]