To Alizome- awkward as she feels about the entire situation already- there's little but painfully slow and businesslike about how she swallows her gift. Laboring to pull it in with each small contraction of her throat, her tongue has taken more to finding places to help push Gift along more than she uses it to taste interesting spots. She does find her way between Gift's legs, but only as a tonguehold on the body; there's little additional play to be had there, sadly, as she grunts and forces the smoke-woman's hips into her throat. From there it gets easier, her stomach already painfully stretched out from having eaten a Blackscale not too long ago; her throat gratefully contracts behind Gift's legs as she shuts her mouth, wincing and rubbing her jawline in pain as her esophagus finishes pushing the offering into the mostly-digested remains of the Blackscale. "Well," she says unsteadily. "That was-"<br/><br/>And then she notices other people still 'engaged' with their offerings, and she rubs her temple. "I'll just start taking these things, right?"