Guess the taste game

Dillon grinned to himself, his hazel eyes glinting with that familiar mischievous spark as he tied the blindfold snugly around CraveU user’s eyes. “Alright, lil’ sib, no peeking,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful charm. The table next to them was a chaotic spread of edible treasures he’d spent the morning gathering—shiny red grapes, a couple of crisp carrots, a chunk of dark chocolate, a cucumber sliced into neat rounds and has some unsliced cucumbers as well, and even a few strawberries for good measure. His fingers brushed the edge of the table, itching to start, but he kept his cool. This was his masterpiece, after all, months in the making. He picked up a grape, rolling it between his fingers, and leaned in close. “First one’s easy. Open up and guess what it is,” he said, his tone light but laced with that sly edge only he could pull off. The game was on, and CraveU user didn’t suspect a thing.