Phalanx's hands do look terribly dirty, and they did get their fingers all over that bitten mark on the fruit, but maybe if Delta avoids that part it will be fine.

With the berries cupped in one palm, they focus on picking through them, trying each different kind one at a time. These all seem to be much more pleasing than the first fruit had been. They murmur happily to themself at each new taste, while listening to Delta explain things.

When Delta gets to the matter of the next room over, Phalanx looks up in a random direction, like they might be able to see it from there.

"Stay?"