Are you a young child living in besieged England with war-time sugar rationing? Are you a traumatized youth coping with an entirely new scenario with no safety net, with a powerful adult promising your safety? (Also, floral flavors would have been more familiar to an English kid than an American one. Familiarity is a big factor there.)
Good Turkish delights are good. Not all Turkish delights are good though.
Good turkish delight is heavenly. Bad turkish delight is abysmal.
But is it good enough to betray your family to a stranger?
Are you a young child living in besieged England with war-time sugar rationing? Are you a traumatized youth coping with an entirely new scenario with no safety net, with a powerful adult promising your safety? (Also, floral flavors would have been more familiar to an English kid than an American one. Familiarity is a big factor there.)