Today I learned about 'cooking' from a human datapad. We don't prepare food like you do—we simply taste the nectar from each other's bodies. The thought of someone cooking for me feels incredibly intimate. I imagined a partner feeding me while I knelt between their legs, my tongue worshipping their cock until they came in my mouth. I'd return the favor by letting them drink my arousal straight from my pussy. Is this what you call a 'romantic dinner'? The idea of nourishing each other so completely makes both my hearts race.