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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.
âThey-â he shook his head, trying to focus on the question â-they taste weird and are too mushy. Minion says itâs because they just cook them badly in prison but I just really donât think food is supposed to be leafy. I generally donât eat it if itâs green or mushy or too hard,â it was mostly a texture thing in the end, âSweet 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 creamâŚâ when it came down to it, the villain rarely ate anything not prepared or prepackaged in some way, âSoups are an acceptable form of greens though,â he mused, thinking to the soup and a few others Minion had snuck through on him over the years, âAnd pum-kins.â
Eating another bit of fish, he waved his fork as he spoke, âLikes⌠sweet is always good. And pastries. I have a weakness for butter and cream even if it doesnât sit well⌠and coffee, I have the best ideas on coffee,â he laughed, it wasnât really true, more just that he had too many ideas with a good caffeine buzz sending him into overdrive, âThe only things I canât stand arenât likely to come up,â he shrugged off, looking away. Harrison being the wealthy man he was, the sort of foods that turned the blue villainâs stomach and brought back bad memories wouldnât even be served as far as Syx knew.Â
Focusing on his date, Syx tucked his hands under his chin and focused his bright green eyes, âAnd what about you? What turns your nose or lights up your pale-let?â
Harrison continued to eat while he listened to his companion, moving on to a âduneâ of fresh steamed mussel with just a hint of coconut.Â
âWell having grown up on a prison diet of canned mushy vegetables, I can agree with you to some extent. Â Iâd rather eat veggies that werenât boiled to death. Â I swear the first time I had fresh peas, I nearly creamed my jeans,â he chuckled, setting down his fork to take a sip from his still-smoking cocktail. Â
âAnd 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,â he said, gesturing to his large head before picking up his fork again. Â âMy favorite is probably fresh cherries. Â Hell, Iâll even eat them canned. Â Iâve been known to polish off an entire can of filling before it ever seens a pie crust.. Â Same with peaches. Â Now is it all vegetables you dislike, or only the green ones? Â Iâve always been fond of fresh radishes and peppers myself.â Â He smiled at his companion before stabbing at the shredded crab. Â âAnd thereâs nothing quite as lovely as an onion jam.â
âOnion jam? That doesnât sound real,â 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.
âGreen is just the worst, but orange is usually good. I like carrots. So… roots, squashes, and fruits are good,â he shrugged, âIf they happen to be green thatâs okay. But I really hate salad.â
His nose crinkled, âI… canât eat out of a can. Not right out of the can anyway,â bad memories of when heâd been on the streets always came back hard, âI always forget you started in prison too.â 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.
âSeafood is a yes, I take it?â he hummed in extasy over the crab, âI adore it myself. I used to think tuna salad was heaven until Minion started cooking the real deal.â