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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?”

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Chuckling, Syx withdrew his hand and picked up the spoon again, “I’m fairly certain that you can and are both sex in a suit and adorable. It would be a travesty on the world if those were mutually exclusive.”

Taking a sip of soup, he rolled the odd pea concoction in his mouth before swallowing, “Okay, it’s not horrible,” he admitted grudgingly, “Don’t you dare tell Minion I willingly ate veg-a-tables. He’ll start hiding them in everything again.”

Really the soup paled horribly to the man across from him. Harrison made him feel stupidly off kilter, longing to impress and terrified of failing in ways he hadn’t since his early days. He’d thought maybe it was just that it was new, that it was blue… And maybe that had factored in, but now… His stomach fluttered as he met Harrison’s eyes again. His lip was going to chap with how often he found himself biting it around this man. Syx wasn’t even sure himself how to label all the feeling inside of him, but it was always exciting and wonderful and just so very right.

Harrison can’t help but beam at the compliment.  He’s always a sucker for anyone telling him how wonderful he is.  And besides the flutter of nerves coming from both of them at random occasions, he can tell how happy Syx is.  And that makes him happy too.  

Which is when the waiter arrives, taking their empty soup bowls.  They are quickly replaced with their fish course, described as a taste of the sea including edible sand and foam.  

“Oh you’re one to talk,” he replies as soon as the waiter leaves them, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.  “You are all kinds of adorable right now.  Keep nibbling on that lower lip, and I’ll have to come over there and kiss it.”  He raises a brow in playful challenge.  

Cheek coloring brightly Syx covered his mouth with his hand, “Am not.”

Shoulders shaking as he shook his head at getting called out, he realized he was still biting his lip and made an effort to stop. But at least it was being called cute.

“I’m no cute,” he raised his brows and failed utterly to look serious, “I am a villain, a super villain,” he waved a fork for emphasis, “and super villains aren’t cute. I wear far too many spikes to be cute…” he looked down at his utterly spikeless outfit, “Well… maybe not today… but normally!” he waggled the fork with conviction as if it was a finger, his brows raised high on his forehead, “Not that I’m agruing against getting kissed,” he added suddenly with a renewed flush as his brain caught back up to the ‘threat’ he’d been issued.

Stabbing the fork into the new plate of food, he questioned, “Is… is this even all food?”