[She tilts her head from side to side, considering.] Like sweets, little bit. But sometimes the, eh... the... [She can't think of the word 'texture' and makes a gesturing motion at her mouth] Way it feels in mouth is strange.

What is crepes or castella? Let us go have some! [She grabs at Natsuru's arm again and then seems to finally notice the paper wishes she's holding.] Hmm...? [She recognizes that the handwriting on the kissing one is her own, but she grins slyly anyway]

Or, do you wish to hang these first and hope someone will grant one?