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Taking a sip of the odd wine, Syx played with his fork, “Well, to be honest, I haven’t done a whole lot of kidnapping since Wayne and I broke up… there isn’t a possible way that won’t be… well… horribly awkward,” he sighed, sagging in his chair, “but god! I didn’t realize just how much I’d miss it! Not getting sent back to that horrible cell is nice, but just!” he gestured sharply with the fork, using it like a tiny fencing sword, “The thrill! The banter! The adrenaline!”

He sagged, dropping his cheek to the table, “I’ve built so many things with all this new free time, but what’s the point? It did give me the chance test out some new fabric I’m making for Anna. It has to adjust for the shapeshifting after all. That fine detail work is incredibly rewarding when it is finished but it gets so tedious and frustrating when I hit blocks. I just need to- to-” he his hands waved as he sought for the words he couldn’t find, finishing lamely, “expend energy.”

Harrison’s grin widened as he watched his date play with his fork.  Yep, Syx was adorable.  He let out a happy sigh.  “You know my Wayne would love to go toe to toe with you any time.  His Megamind is…. well… more reclusive than usual of late.  I don’t think they’ve had a proper battle since before Devin was born.  You’re not the only one who misses the thrill, the banter, and the adrenaline.  Plus I’m always game for a little rope burn from a cute boy.”   

He picks up his spoon to get the last ravioli, but instead offers it to Syx to challenge his fork to a swordfight.  “You know, you can always go straight it you need something to occupy your mind.  Join Shelly and us in the lab sometime.  He’s doing amazing work with bioprostheses.  We should be ready for clinical trials in a few months.”   He thrusts with the spoon, curious to see if his companion will parry.  

Syx bit his lip, seriously considering the offer of battling a different Metro Man… it almost felt like cheating on Wayne… but… his had basically disappeared… so… it was alright to branch out? right? A villain needed a hero to oppose him. What even was he without a nemesis. 

“En garde,” Syx grinned wickedly and clanged his fork against Harrison’s. Twisting his date’s spoon out of the way in utensil on utensil action, he reached in and snagged Harrison’s ravioli off his plate, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I’m far too evil,” as he munched on the stole ravioli, he scooped up one from his plate and held it out in offer toward’s Harrison, green eyes dancing playfully. 

Though Syx knew himself to be a far different sort of villain from the Doom Syndicate or other true evil sorts… he could never picture himself ever getting along with the cops. He’d much rather be a villain and be on familiar footing, than a rejected hero at constant odds with the law anyway. Besides… this way he could just flip people off and silently pay off the property damage in secret. He had no desire to have to spend even more time with paperwork and loopholes. And though working in the lab with other blue men was tempting… it also sounded far too boring to take up all his time. 

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Syx followed Harrison’s example and picked up one of the clear ravioli. He turned the spoon, peering at the contents before popping it in his mouth. As the clear film dissolved, the flavored oil and vegetables hit his tongue. Eyes closing, he ate slowly, trying to figure out the flavor. Garlic… Carrot? Something nutty? He really wasn’t good with discerning things he didn’t eat often. Still…

He placed his chin in his hand, grinning at your date, “This is an ack-ceptable way to get tricked into eating a wide variety of veggies,” he let out a small laugh as he scooped up another, “Some water based reaction? Without it dissolves instantly. That explains the oil. I don’t suppose it would work at all with water based sauces.”

“A most astute observation,” Harrison agreed.  “And I’m sure Minion would be more than pleased to see you eating so many of your veggies,” he teased before sipping once more on his wine.  

“So otherwise….” he drawled, playing with the glass in his hand, “how are things around the Evil Lair?  Working on any fantastic new plots that might require a willing hostage?” he asked with a grin before sampling another ravioli.  A pesto with some kind of raw quail egg it seemed.  

Taking a sip of the odd wine, Syx played with his fork, “Well, to be honest, I haven’t done a whole lot of kidnapping since Wayne and I broke up… there isn’t a possible way that won’t be… well… horribly awkward,” he sighed, sagging in his chair, “but god! I didn’t realize just how much I’d miss it! Not getting sent back to that horrible cell is nice, but just!” he gestured sharply with the fork, using it like a tiny fencing sword, “The thrill! The banter! The adrenaline!”

He sagged, dropping his cheek to the table, “I’ve built so many things with all this new free time, but what’s the point? It did give me the chance test out some new fabric I’m making for Anna. It has to adjust for the shapeshifting after all. That fine detail work is incredibly rewarding when it is finished but it gets so tedious and frustrating when I hit blocks. I just need to- to-” he his hands waved as he sought for the words he couldn’t find, finishing lamely, “expend energy.”

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Syx peered into his own glass, “Basil? Really?” he frowned thoughtfully at it. He was far from a wine connoisseur. He usually drank what was cheap or what Uncle Freddy recommended. He sniffed the drink experimentally, “What are they going for with this?”

Watching Harrison proved to be far more entertaining. His face split in a wide grin at seeing that happy clap. Green eyes dancing as he drops his chin into the palm of his hand, elbow braced on the table, “You’re adorable.”

“Sweet is good…” Syx took a sip himself, pursing his lips, “Very… odd.”

“Indeed,” Harrison agreed, some what aware that he probably did look adorable since he was clapping like an excited child.  “Odd is a good way to put it.  But I think that’s the point.  New flavors, unusual preparations. Stunning new presentations.  I suppose we’ll have to see if the food measures up.”  

And with that he took a ravioli into a spoon and studied it.  There was a filling in some kind of sauce inside.  He wasn’t entirely sure how to eat it, but he had his suspicions.  He spooned it into his mouth all in one bite and was delighted to feel the clear wrapper instantly melting on his tongue.  Soon it was followed by a burst of flavor.  

“Mmmmm this one has butternut squash and pancetta,” he sighed happily before looking up at Syx.  “You try one.” 

Syx followed Harrison’s example and picked up one of the clear ravioli. He turned the spoon, peering at the contents before popping it in his mouth. As the clear film dissolved, the flavored oil and vegetables hit his tongue. Eyes closing, he ate slowly, trying to figure out the flavor. Garlic… Carrot? Something nutty? He really wasn’t good with discerning things he didn’t eat often. Still…

He placed his chin in his hand, grinning at your date, “This is an ack-ceptable way to get tricked into eating a wide variety of veggies,” he let out a small laugh as he scooped up another, “Some water based reaction? Without it dissolves instantly. That explains the oil. I don’t suppose it would work at all with water based sauces.”

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Syx turned over one of the clear ravioli on the plate, humming in interest, “Another difference between them, then. Wayne could cook, but it wasn’t a passion from what I could tell,” not that Wayne really ever opened up much to him. But he didn’t want to focus on that heartbreak with when he had a wonderful man sitting across from him. He smirked, “I am in awe of your’s skill then. It must take a strong man to keep cooking under a lustful blue gaze.”

“Also, most of this has made sense in one way or another… but why is the wine growing?” Syx queried, watching Harrison study the wine glass. 

Watching the subtle shift in facial expressions, the look in Harrison’s eyes as he spoke… Syx wanted to see the man work. Wanted to see the look in his eyes as he discovered the solution to a problem. To see his face transform in frustration and delight and concentration. That and all the other fun that began to invade his thoughts at the idea of haveing a sexy blue man beside him in a workshop. While the villain was all about workshop safety… a perfect height lab table was a wonderful thing… as his thoughts wandered, he ran his thumb idly over the rim of his own glass, his green eyes hooded from his imaginings.

“It seems to be a sprig of basil ….” Harrison mused.  Normally he would be more polite than this, but he figures he is out with a blue man who is just as curious as himself.  Ah well, manners be dammed.  He takes his knife, unused so far in the meal, and sticks it in the glass.  He pokes the burgundy bottom and is surprised to find it is quite firm.  A little grin crosses his face and he claps like Devin does when he succeeds at something brand new.  Oh he does so love things that are clever and this, this is quite clever!   

“The basil isn’t growing, its merely suspended by the stem in a gelatin,” he explains, looking up at Syx as though he just remembered the other man was still there.  “I wonder what it tastes like.  I suppose it depends on the wine…”  He gingerly picked it up the glass and takes a tentative sip.  “Hmmmm…. Not too old a vintage but …. the basil adds a little… brightness.  And the gel might have a touch of…. cardamom.  And something sweet.  Maybe its cranberry or…. beet.”    

Syx peered into his own glass, “Basil? Really?” he frowned thoughtfully at it. He was far from a wine connoisseur. He usually drank what was cheap or what Uncle Freddy recommended. He sniffed the drink experimentally, “What are they going for with this?”

Watching Harrison proved to be far more entertaining. His face split in a wide grin at seeing that happy clap. Green eyes dancing as he drops his chin into the palm of his hand, elbow braced on the table, “You’re adorable.”

“Sweet is good…” Syx took a sip himself, pursing his lips, “Very… odd.”

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“That’s what I keep telling Minion,” Syx ranted, hands flapping in the air as he spoke, “It’s just science and there are always bound to be a few explosions and fires! It’s all part of the learning processes,” he harrumphed and crossed his arms, “But apparently he hates learning because I’m on permanent ban. Again.”

His lip tucked into his mouth again at the mention of the apron, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I don’t think dinner would ever get made if I was witness to such a thing. I’d find far too many places to kiss the wearer of that apron.”

“Exactly,” Harrison agreed, polishing off the last of his cocktail just as the waiter returns to take their empty plates.  “Wayne keeps trying to teach me “knife skills”-“ he said, making air quotes with his fingers, ”-but he doesn’t want to let me experiment.  If I’m going to slice and dice, I want to figure it out myself.”  He rolls his eyes as the waiter pours each of them a glass of wine that appeared to have a plant growing in the glass.

Their waiter placed a small plate with three transparent raviolis in front of each of them.  

“Pasta and wine course,” the waiter announced before nodding and leaving them to their food.

“As for me, I certainly don’t mind watching that perfectly chiseled ass with a pretty little apron bow tied on top,” Harrison announced.  “And Wayne really likes to cook.  Sometimes I wonder if he hadn’t had the expectation of being the Scott heir or the responsibility of being Metro Man, if he might have ended up in the kitchen of a place like this.”  He picks up his glass and tries to study the plant inside.  

Syx turned over one of the clear ravioli on the plate, humming in interest, “Another difference between them, then. Wayne could cook, but it wasn’t a passion from what I could tell,” not that Wayne really ever opened up much to him. But he didn’t want to focus on that heartbreak with when he had a wonderful man sitting across from him. He smirked, “I am in awe of your’s skill then. It must take a strong man to keep cooking under a lustful blue gaze.”

“Also, most of this has made sense in one way or another… but why is the wine growing?” Syx queried, watching Harrison study the wine glass. 

Watching the subtle shift in facial expressions, the look in Harrison’s eyes as he spoke… Syx wanted to see the man work. Wanted to see the look in his eyes as he discovered the solution to a problem. To see his face transform in frustration and delight and concentration. That and all the other fun that began to invade his thoughts at the idea of haveing a sexy blue man beside him in a workshop. While the villain was all about workshop safety… a perfect height lab table was a wonderful thing… as his thoughts wandered, he ran his thumb idly over the rim of his own glass, his green eyes hooded from his imaginings.

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Syx chuckled, shoulders shaking, “I’m sure my Minion would feel the same way. His first real experience with sexuality in mammals was us both getting ‘real’ sex ed talks from Aunt Sarah. Minion was horrified and had to leave the room.”

“I’ll take your word on the fish preparation,” Syx crinkled his eyes in an embarrassed half smile, “I have been informed repeatedly that I don’t understand the delicacies of cooking and that I am not at all welcome in the kitchen,” his plate mostly clean, Syx set down his fork and left the greens untouched. He’d eaten the peas, that was enough in his mind.

Harrison burst out laughing.  “I can imagine,” he says.  “Poor little naive fish.  Looks like yours has about as much faith in your culinary abilities as mine.  That’s why I dine out or hire chefs.  Cocktails and things you can eat raw are about the extent of my culinary skills.  Wayne says its just like science and keeps telling me I just need to actually try.”  

He shrugged.  “But the truth is that it just holds no interest to me.  I’d rather watch him do the cooking.”  And he waggles his eyebrows.  “In nothing but a little ‘kiss the chef’ apron.”  He winks.  

“That’s what I keep telling Minion,” Syx ranted, hands flapping in the air as he spoke, “It’s just science and there are always bound to be a few explosions and fires! It’s all part of the learning processes,” he harrumphed and crossed his arms, “But apparently he hates learning because I’m on permanent ban. Again.”

His lip tucked into his mouth again at the mention of the apron, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I don’t think dinner would ever get made if I was witness to such a thing. I’d find far too many places to kiss the wearer of that apron.”

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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.

“Sashimi is a way of preparing raw fish,” Harrison explained enthusiastically.  He always loved sharing information, especially about the things he loved.  “Its thin slices but its so much more than just cut up fish bits.  You have to have the perfect fresh fish and know just how to slice it.  Some of them are brushed with just a touch of rice vinegar or dipped in soy sauce. It’s delightful.”  He kissed his fingertips in culinary delight.   

“Minion loved it.  We used to hang out in sushi bars and hostess clubs until all hours of the night.  He was more popular with the ladies than me if you can believe it.  They used to fawn all over him and tell him he was ‘kawaii desu ne’,” he laughed at the memory of Minions awkwardness.  “He had no idea how to handle it.  He’d barely left the prison since we landed and still found mammals confusing and offputting.”

Syx chuckled, shoulders shaking, “I’m sure my Minion would feel the same way. His first real experience with sexuality in mammals was us both getting ‘real’ sex ed talks from Aunt Sarah. Minion was horrified and had to leave the room.”

“I’ll take your word on the fish preparation,” Syx crinkled his eyes in an embarrassed half smile, “I have been informed repeatedly that I don’t understand the delicacies of cooking and that I am not at all welcome in the kitchen,” his plate mostly clean, Syx set down his fork and left the greens untouched. He’d eaten the peas, that was enough in his mind.

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“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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Chewing on his lip again, Syx broke down and tried the foam. New and interesting was good… but there was a certain comfort that he very much enjoyed about the same and routine and knowing what to expect. The bright garlic taste made him blink. His brow furrowed in experimental curiosity, he tried the sandy stuff too. Licking a bit and rolling it on his tongue. His mouth open and brows furrowed, he tipped his head to the side, baffled by the odd combinations of taste and texture.

“They-” he shook his head, trying to focus on the question “-they taste weird and are too mushy. Minion says it’s because they just cook them badly in prison but I just really don’t think food is supposed to be leafy. I generally don’t eat it if it’s green or mushy or too hard,” it was mostly a texture thing in the end, “Sweet is always better. Avocados are an exception of course. And tomatoes. But those are both fruits. Fruits are wonderful things when mashed into jellies and pies and on ice cream…” when it came down to it, the villain rarely ate anything not prepared or prepackaged in some way, “Soups are an acceptable form of greens though,” he mused, thinking to the soup and a few others Minion had snuck through on him over the years, “And pum-kins.”

Eating another bit of fish, he waved his fork as he spoke, “Likes… sweet is always good. And pastries. I have a weakness for butter and cream even if it doesn’t sit well… and coffee, I have the best ideas on coffee,” he laughed, it wasn’t really true, more just that he had too many ideas with a good caffeine buzz sending him into overdrive, “The only things I can’t stand aren’t likely to come up,” he shrugged off, looking away. Harrison being the wealthy man he was, the sort of foods that turned the blue villain’s stomach and brought back bad memories wouldn’t even be served as far as Syx knew. 

Focusing on his date, Syx tucked his hands under his chin and focused his bright green eyes, “And what about you? What turns your nose or lights up your pale-let?”

Harrison continued to eat while he listened to his companion, moving on to a ‘dune’ of fresh steamed mussel with just a hint of coconut. 

“Well having grown up on a prison diet of canned mushy vegetables, I can agree with you to some extent.  I’d rather eat veggies that weren’t boiled to death.  I swear the first time I had fresh peas, I nearly creamed my jeans,” he chuckled, setting down his fork to take a sip from his still-smoking cocktail.  

“And I agree with you on the sweets and pastries. My metabolism is much higher than a human and I need the extra calories to do my best work,” he said, gesturing to his large head before picking up his fork again.  “My favorite is probably fresh cherries.  Hell, I’ll even eat them canned.  I’ve been known to polish off an entire can of filling before it ever seens a pie crust..  Same with peaches.  Now is it all vegetables you dislike, or only the green ones?  I’ve always been fond of fresh radishes and peppers myself.”  He smiled at his companion before stabbing at the shredded crab.  “And there’s nothing quite as lovely as an onion jam.”

“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.”

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Harrison laughed.  Oh his date thinks he’s going to give him a run for his money, eh?  Bless his little supervillain heart.  

“I think its red snapper,” he finally answered, picking up one of the little mussel shells and sipping out the foam.  Ooooh it tasted like garlic and lemongrass, the perfect accompaniment to their fish.  

“And if you cover the greens in the shredded crab and ooooh some of this crunchy sand, and I’m sure you won’t taste them at all,” says with playful smile.  “You really don’t like vegetables?  What other foods make your list of likes and dislikes?” he asked, as eager to learn more about this man who has captured part of his heart.  

Chewing on his lip again, Syx broke down and tried the foam. New and interesting was good… but there was a certain comfort that he very much enjoyed about the same and routine and knowing what to expect. The bright garlic taste made him blink. His brow furrowed in experimental curiosity, he tried the sandy stuff too. Licking a bit and rolling it on his tongue. His mouth open and brows furrowed, he tipped his head to the side, baffled by the odd combinations of taste and texture.

“They-” he shook his head, trying to focus on the question “-they taste weird and are too mushy. Minion says it’s because they just cook them badly in prison but I just really don’t think food is supposed to be leafy. I generally don’t eat it if it’s green or mushy or too hard,” it was mostly a texture thing in the end, “Sweet is always better. Avocados are an exception of course. And tomatoes. But those are both fruits. Fruits are wonderful things when mashed into jellies and pies and on ice cream…” when it came down to it, the villain rarely ate anything not prepared or prepackaged in some way, “Soups are an acceptable form of greens though,” he mused, thinking to the soup and a few others Minion had snuck through on him over the years, “And pum-kins.”

Eating another bit of fish, he waved his fork as he spoke, “Likes… sweet is always good. And pastries. I have a weakness for butter and cream even if it doesn’t sit well… and coffee, I have the best ideas on coffee,” he laughed, it wasn’t really true, more just that he had too many ideas with a good caffeine buzz sending him into overdrive, “The only things I can’t stand aren’t likely to come up,” he shrugged off, looking away. Harrison being the wealthy man he was, the sort of foods that turned the blue villain’s stomach and brought back bad memories wouldn’t even be served as far as Syx knew. 

Focusing on his date, Syx tucked his hands under his chin and focused his bright green eyes, “And what about you? What turns your nose or lights up your pale-let?”