Yum Or Yuck {Oc Game}

 "Yuck! I find your taste quite... well to be blunt, absolutely appalling and downright disgusting."

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"Let's go a bit simple shall we? Chicken and fresh vegetables- broccoli, asparagus, tomatoes, onions, you get my point"

‘EWWW! What are you eating?! I like more sweet stuff! And tastier stuff! ^^ 

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‘Okay, here me out, but like you got to agree because I’m right :D - Nono, but uhm…, oh!’

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‘Alphabet soup! It’s soo yummmy, it gives you the memories of when like, uh, you ate it!’

"Aw man, alphabet soup... I haven't had that since I was a kid! My brother and I used to spell out swear words in it when our parents weren't looking, buuut it was probably obvious we were spelling Something since we were laughing so much. ... Anyway, definitely yum, 100%."

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"Keeping up with the classics, how we feelin' about Spaghetti?"

"Great! I eat it out of the can. Homemade is good, too, but I do not have the time to cook!" That was... not exactly a lie. "I just pop it in my microwave and get it over with! It is good either way. Homemade is better, microwaved is faster. That is my opinion."

[YUM.]

"Just out of curiosity -- would you eat a chicken burrito with a pickle slice in it?"

"I'd eat it without the pickles, but with the pickles? No thanks, pickles just aren't for me." (Yuck)

"Hmm... how about watermelon popsicles?"

"Oooh, delicious!" He'd happily have one, nibbling on it with a blissful expression on his face... [Yum]

While nibbling on the watermelon popsicle, he would be busy cooking some hot pink rice grains, and he'd smile as he mixed in a singular egg from an avian from his home planet. "Oh, hello! Want to try this out? It's shrimpia rice with a vlizo egg mixed in. Think of it as grilled shrimp with a heavy garlic taste in Terran terms." He'd serve the meal; a mix of hot pink and garlic-y green, with the green egg oozing out of the dome of rice's holes like chili- the eggs were fairly chunky as the magidragon mixed in some hardboiled versions of the egg with the softboiled variety, and the garlic pungency was pretty strong from said eggs... Maybe he felt like treating his guest to a bit of alien cuisine! 

"Uhm I've never tried shrimpa rice with an egg mixed in! But i'll try it for you!! Shrimp is pretty tasty." (Yum)

"Keeping it simple, how about a plain grilled cheese?"

"Not too fond of sugar, but I don't mind strawberry cheesecake." (Yum)

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"Simple but delectable, a lemon pepper chicken sandwich. I could get some soda for us to have as well."

“ oh , delicious ! “ silvanus’s eyes light up — he sits down at the table , rubbing his hands together in mild appreciation. “ thank you so much for making this , lad. it came out great. “ and , without another word , he begins to eat. ( yum )

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“ here you go, it’s a family recipe ! “ an incredibly eager silvanus presents to the next person a plate with khandvi , as well as two cups of chamomile tea. “ i hope you enjoy , mate , “ he says. “ chamomile tea’s always good for the nerves. “

Vy eyed the dish. The first thing he thought was that its color reminded him of a lemon, so it made him hopeful. Although it didn't taste like one, he did find pleasure in it.
"Mighty tasty," he nodded, still processing the flavors. He took the tea with gratitude. "Thank ya kindly for this. I'll have to get that there recipe from ya."

"How do you feel about these here lemons?" the farmer mused while setting a few down. "They look tasty to you?"

Free food was free food. Roswell couldn't care less if Clyde had cut off his entire right arm for this steaming pasta dish, or not. (Actually he would care but he was too stubborn and hungry to admit it. A discussion for a later date.) He sat down. The thief directly grabbed the cutlery and eyed his plate.
Pasta… How long has it been? Roswell thumbed the fork before pricking the still steaming pasta on it. He ate. Roswell took bite after bite and hardly seemed to notice his fungi-host. Minutes of just wolving down the food passed without Roswell even trying to communicate with the other party.

"So," he finally said. With his mouthful with deliciously almost cream-like paste. The sauce was a bit spicy, but not too much. A blow softened by the cheese. Crispy chives. Delicious! Color has returned to the old thief's cheeks and his hand slightly shook. "Yer must be some kind of chef," he said. Beaming the other a smile as his eye darted over Clyde's face. Searching for something to smile at.
"It's…" he paused. "Not bad, Mushroom," he said. "Not bad at all."
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"Oh don't yer give me dat look," Roswell said. His nose wrinkled. He set down an oven dish on the table the two of them shared. It was an old thing. White, round shaped and decorated with a years old flower pattern. Not really matching the thief's taste.
"Of course oi stole it."

Roswell lifted the lit. The plate was filled with hot, roasted plum jam. The edges of which had started to caramelize. Giving off a deep aroma. The fruits smelled sugary. Almost weary.
Roswell then put down his old loaf of bread beside it, tore a piece off and dipped it in the warm jam.
"It's best to eat it when it's still warm. Yer know," he told his guest. Before taking a convicted bite of his breas-soaked-in-plum-jum.
"Yer lose sum flavor if yer let it cool down."

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Roswell rolled the copper between his fingers. Giving Hala a sleezy smile.
"Well oi've 'eard plum jam taste great with honey," he said. Before leaning forward. " 'nd certain types of meat." Grandpa-mummy-meat.

"No, I think it's... cute." And she was being truthful! The problem was...

..That the dish was stolen.

Nevertheless, eyeing the jam presented to her, she offered Roswell a feeble, placid smile, before reaching over to take a piece of the bread. "Where I was born, no one could ever grow fruit." She told him, dipping her own bread into the plum jam. She watched the steam rise from the dish. "Or, well, you could grow figs... sometimes. Berry bushes, sometimes. Have you tried fig jam before? It's best with lemon." She took a bite of her jam-bread, braving the heat and not once grimacing.

"Not that this is bad." she then added, "I more prefer cooler jam, though. Lukewarm jam. I'd hate to steal food, dear sir, but if I could take a cup of this back with me... I'll pay you a Yene copper." Roswell might as well been given a penny.

[yum]

Hala placed a pan before the other. Curry. At the top, shrimp and mussels sat, and underneath, soaked in sauce and lime juice and red peppers, chunks of tilapia. It certainly smelled... interesting.

"I do have white rice, if you'd like it." she said to them, already scurrying away to fetch said rice, "Just let me know if you like it, alright? It's been a while since I'm made anything using seafood."