"Nothing about this is a salad." Katsuya mumbles with a shake of his head. He does not approve either. But he does op the conveniently out of the way fruit piece into his mouth with an interested hum. It's not like anything he's ever tasted before.

Powdered sugar is added to the cream and then Katsuya gets to whisking. Electric mixers are for suckers. He'll have a bowl of soft-peak whipped cream ready in no time.

By then, of course, Verity has the fruit into small bowls and Katsuya places a serving spoon into the whipped cream so Verity can take what she'd like. He gives a dollop of it to himself and settles over onto the couch with it and a spoon for eating.

"I'm glad someone discovered these. They're quite tasty."