“Onion jam? That doesn’t sound real,” Syx frowned. Slowly he picked over the plate but still avoided the green grass looking things. The rest, though throwing him off visually, was tasty if odd.
“Green is just the worst, but orange is usually good. I like carrots. So… roots, squashes, and fruits are good,” he shrugged, “If they happen to be green that’s okay. But I really hate salad.”
His nose crinkled, “I… can’t eat out of a can. Not right out of the can anyway,” bad memories of when he’d been on the streets always came back hard, “I always forget you started in prison too.” It was hard to remember when his date came off far more like those Syx had always found himself opposed to, even if they man in question always just drew him in deeper with fascination and interest.
“Seafood is a yes, I take it?” he hummed in extasy over the crab, “I adore it myself. I used to think tuna salad was heaven until Minion started cooking the real deal.”
“Oh god yes, seafood. If it comes from the sea then it is for me,” Harrison replied, enjoying his little play on words. And after all, his own plate nearly clean except for a few sand crumbs and greens. “I always liked the canned tuna growing up, but it wasn’t until Minion and I got out on our own that I really understood just how delicious fresh seafood can be. And a year in Tokyo when I was first starting out made me a bit of a sashimi fanatic.” He winks at his companion as he pushed the clean plate away. Sashimi snob would probably be more accurate but he is trying to make a good impression.
“And I can’t believe you’ve never had onion jam. It’s delicious. I should have you over for dinner some time. Gary makes these salmon and asparagus crepes with onion jam that are to die for,” he adds. “Even Devin loves it. We’re introducing him to soft solids and he loves sugar just like his daddy.”
Syx’s brows furrowed as he took another bite, finding he was growing quite fond of the unique taste of the edible sand, “Shu-shee-me?” he shook his head, “I’m not sure I know what that is. Minion makes sushi rolls sometimes when we have an anime night? I’m more familiar with Korean dishes… Uncle Jim used to bring us homemade gim and Minion would use it in everything he could think of,” he smiled fondly, “Outside of my Uncles and Minion’s experimentation I haven’t really tried many exotic foods.”
Actually, he’d rarely left the city. Never the country. It had always sounded appealing… but also terrifying.
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