Isaiah narrows his eyes, first at the treats, and then at Enoch. To his senses, they're effectively the same... as long as all you care about is generalities. He can feel the slight difference in size and weight, and how the uneven textures were never going to match. Neither of then are placed correctly.
Before Isaiah answers, he takes the fork and uses it to nudge one slightly so they're equidistant in relation to one another and the edge of the plate. He smiles "sweetly" at Enoch.
"Have you gotten into baking?" Isaiah asks. "People say it's a sort of chemistry."
As irritating as Isaiah is, his presence in the division has forced Enoch to make considerable improvements in his illusions over the past few years. He knows from experience that the chaotic environment and unfamiliar items make it difficult for Isaiah to immediately suss out one of Enoch's illusions, and now it's down to charm to convince him to try the brownies.
Enoch doesn't have much hope for that. Honestly, it's enough just to annoy his least favourite coworker for a few minutes. "Alas, I switched my major from chemistry to physics when I learned how hard it is to get away with poisoning people. Really sucked the fun out of it."
Isaiah knows Enoch is up to something. Enoch is always up to something, and he's never seen the man without an ulterior motive. In anyone else, Isaiah might have found this trait interesting, but Enoch manages to make it irritating.
"I can see how that would lessen the appeal for you," Isaiah agrees flatly. "So what about desserts has caught your interest today?"
After his earlier failure, Enoch ate several bites of a weed brownie just to familiarize himself with the proper taste and texture of one. He's gotten high before in college, enough to realize he didn't enjoy the experience of losing control. He'd like to say he's doing this for science, but really, it's just to prove he's talented enough to fool Isaiah.
"Verisimilitude." Enoch takes a seat opposite Isaiah, taking deliberate care to look relaxed and unconcerned. (Isaiah may be able tell from the look in his eyes than he's anything but.) "Do you know how hard it is to create an illusion that's convincing enough to fool the person eating it? Wouldn't you love to enumerate the flaws in my technique?"
This is important to Enoch. Isaiah can see the slight tension on his otherwise relaxed, smug face. It would probably frustrate Enoch for days if Isaiah simply walked away, claiming that Enoch's silly little experiment didn't interest him. He could rest peacefully knowing that Enoch would be fuming about it all night.
But he's curious. The brownie he nudged did seem to have mass to it, and therefore Isaiah's senses were at least partially fooled. Enoch must be putting significant effort into this.
Isaiah's expression goes through a visible journey: skeptical, then self-satisfied, and finally... reluctantly interested. He exhales and takes the brownie on the left side.
"I hope you can handle a thorough critique," he complains before taking a tentative bite.
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AROUND THE APARTMENT: Enoch & Isaiah
Before Isaiah answers, he takes the fork and uses it to nudge one slightly so they're equidistant in relation to one another and the edge of the plate. He smiles "sweetly" at Enoch.
"Have you gotten into baking?" Isaiah asks. "People say it's a sort of chemistry."
AROUND THE APARTMENT: Enoch & Isaiah
Enoch doesn't have much hope for that. Honestly, it's enough just to annoy his least favourite coworker for a few minutes. "Alas, I switched my major from chemistry to physics when I learned how hard it is to get away with poisoning people. Really sucked the fun out of it."
AROUND THE APARTMENT: Enoch & Isaiah
"I can see how that would lessen the appeal for you," Isaiah agrees flatly. "So what about desserts has caught your interest today?"
AROUND THE APARTMENT: Enoch & Isaiah
"Verisimilitude." Enoch takes a seat opposite Isaiah, taking deliberate care to look relaxed and unconcerned. (Isaiah may be able tell from the look in his eyes than he's anything but.) "Do you know how hard it is to create an illusion that's convincing enough to fool the person eating it? Wouldn't you love to enumerate the flaws in my technique?"
AROUND THE APARTMENT: Enoch & Isaiah
But he's curious. The brownie he nudged did seem to have mass to it, and therefore Isaiah's senses were at least partially fooled. Enoch must be putting significant effort into this.
Isaiah's expression goes through a visible journey: skeptical, then self-satisfied, and finally... reluctantly interested. He exhales and takes the brownie on the left side.
"I hope you can handle a thorough critique," he complains before taking a tentative bite.