Of course they're tart, Fugetto, I wouldn't make you something very sweet because that wouldn't be sweet of me.

[Since that hand is in the way, he leans in and kisses the back of it, then sits back and hums contemplatively.]

Mmhm, some. About . . . a third. I experimented a lot, I still wanted it to taste like strawberries, after all! You're the one who'll be under that umbrella, by the way.