Yum Or Yuck {Oc Game}

 “Oh.”
Xander stared at the jar. He reached out for it, but withdrew his hand before his fingers could even touch the (presumably) cold glass. “That looks… Wonderful, sir. Very exotic,” Xander said. A small frown formed itself between his eyes, and the older singer had to pinch his glasses back on his nose.
“But you see, I don’t eat… Nor gnaw -” the word sounded strange thanks to his posh accent. “-Meat. Sir, I am sorry. I don’t like the idea of eating animals, you see,” he said.
“I hope I didn’t offend you, sir. I will not judge you for eating,” this. No. He would judge Roland for eating these pickled bird-feet. “Meat, sir.”
That didn’t excuse him for not drinking the juice, though. Xander sniffed. He wasn’t the type that shy’d away from strange drinks. He had an iron stomach, after all. What could possibly go wrong?
“Do you drink it straight out of the jar, sir?” he asked. Slightly confused.
“Oh, alright… I can take a sip. Yes. I drink Rogge (moonshine), I’m sure I can handle… This… particular drink.” Xander said. He grimaced. Xander plucked his handkerchief from his breast pocket, took a deep breath and lifted the glass. He eyed Roland for a last confirmation before pressing the jar against his lips and taking a swing.
A cold shiver ran down Xander’s back. His hands went damp. He could feel the bird-foot brush his upper lip, its bone resting just below his nose. It was disgusting. 

The old singer felt his lips twist by the pickled taste, and the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He gasped. Xander placed the jar back down and sputtered. He pressed his handkerchief against his face and took another deep breath.
“o-Oh, pardon my foreign taste,” he muttered underneath his rasping breath. “I don’t think I like this drink very much, sir.” [Yuck]
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“Oh, I love stuffed peppers,” Xander said. He set down a plate in front of you. It was filled with all kinds of peppers. Reds, yellows, greens, even an almost purple one.
“Especially around this time of the year,” Xander said. He smiled. “They are quite warm, you see.” Xander picked up his wooden spoon and used it to point at the different peppers.
“I stuffed them with sweet potato, thyme and oh! A baked egg to top them off,” he said. Now using the spoon to softly poke one of the egg yolk that floated on top.
“They can be a bit spicy, though... I sometimes add some extra peppers for my partner, as he loves spicy food. I can get you some extra peppers too, if you want, my dear friend!”

     Just being able to sit in Xander's home was a treat enough for the exiled prince. Being in such a cozy place with a warm fire, and someone as kind and understanding as Xander, it was one of his favorite places in the world. Sometimes, back when he was still living in the castle, when he'd come here occasionally for a music lesson, he'd find this place to be more of a home.
     Food was just icing on the cake, yet he perked when he heard the dish being cooked. Stuffed peppers wasn't a dish he wasn't used to, but the smell from the kitchen was so much different than what he was used to. There were more flavors in it, and it felt more personal than anything a chef could whip up.
     En licked his lips when the food was brought in, his stomach rumbling as Xander explained the dishes. He practically swallowed the entire thing whole before he could be asked about extra peppers.
     "Mmm, no way, this is great as is!" the prince beamed. He could taste all the ingredients Xander mentioned, and none of them overpowered the others. It was delicious!
     "Thank you for the food, by the way," En said. "And hey, tell me more about your partner! I've always heard about him, but I don't think I've ever met him. What's he like? How did you two meet?"

     "I tried cooking up something for my friends since they're always the ones preparing the food," En said as he set a large stockpot in front of you. "I've watched them cook so much that I think I picked up a few pointers. But tell me what you think first before I start serving it to everyone!"
     He opened the lid and poured you a bowl of... soup...? It was... just hot water with chunks of yellow onion.

"Of course I'll try it, En. I'm sure your friends are going to love it." Trolly gives a warm smile to En, and in turn tries to keep that smile from dropping when he sees the Prince's attempt at making soup. Did...he just use hot water an nothing else? Oh god...Still, seeing how proud he looked of it, the knight didn't have any heart to refuse. Taking a tentative sip, Trolly was surprised to find that it wasn't terrible. To be fair, being not terrible didn't mean it was good, but it definitely didn't match the horrors that Hot Pockets had left on his soul. The knight gave En a thoughtful nod. "It's delicious, En!" He hoped that his lying wasn't obvious, but he wanted to be as gentle as possible. "Maybe for the batch you make for your friends, maybe try beef stock as the base instead of the water? It might bring out the onion flavor a little better." Even if it wasn't the most offensive thing he had tasted, maybe he could help out En's friends moving forward. Sometimes he had to wonder if taste was hereditary in this family...

Trolly holds out a plate of grilled shrimp, offering them to the other person with a grin. "These are my favorite, but if you're looking for something tasty, I'd be more than happy to share some with you." He gave a lopsided grin, waving his hand non-chalantly. "Oh, and no worries, I didn't cook these, I bought them. So they haven't been charred to all hell or anything like that.

"Cookie dough?" the boy asked. He seemed mightily intrigued by the concept. He'd made cookies before, but always got a slap to the wrist if he tried gorging on the dough before it even got cooked. "...Mmm...." he thinks about it for a moment; the possibility of finally indulging upon what their former caretaker would never let them feast upon. "....It sounds... Delicious... C-can I have some?!" Excitedly asked Saiph.

During a stroll through town, you find yourself in the bustling town square, filled with vendors of all kinds. You could get yourself a tasty snack, or... You could be stopped on your way there by a blade tipped in your path!

"Heyyyyy-hey-hey-hey stop right there!" Cried a voice. "Are you just gonna walk by without trying one of these delicious pickled daggers?" Inquired the lad. "I'm Saiph Atlas! Procurer of such pickles of such spice! When 'ya take a bite out of these pickles, you're gonna scream 'YEEEEEOW' and you're gonna be BEGGING for your friends to try it out, too! C'mon, c'mon-- give it a shot, won't ya?" Saiph tipped his rapier closer to you, beckoning for a handful of coins in exchange for a... Red pickle skewered on his rapier. He wasn't lying about the naming choice, though; their odd, radish-like shape resembled that of daggers. Imagine fighting off a fiend with one of these putrid things...

     Terry quirked an eyebrow as he breathed out some smoke. "A red pickle...?" he murmured while eyeing the daggers. Spice? Would these be spicy, then? Or more sour? Sweet? "Well, I'm sure it'll be good either way," he shrugged as he fished for his wallet. "I like pickles. It's hard to mess them up."
     Some part in the back of his mind said he was making a grave mistake, like one bite would turn him into a monster.

     "I've been getting into breakfast burritos lately," Terry breathed while rubbing his shoe against his cigarette. "I like the potato and egg ones. You?"

"Oh, those are damn good. Now you got me craving one, hah. Put some sausage and bacon in it, maybe some ham, I guess. Then it's perfect. I'll have to grab myself one later.." 

"Now uh, let's see.. Straight hot sauce. Ever tried it? Honestly when it's right out the bottle, not the best, but not that terrible either in my opinion. Guess it depends on the brand or how much you drink. Whaddya think?"

"..." A (probably?) distrustful expression crosses Melo's features. They waver where they are before starting a gradual plod forward, now apparently wandering.

A sunflower seed is picked up and... not eaten. Instead, they look forward inquiringly.

Zack wordlessly took the seed and looked down at it. He'd seen people snack on this, but wasn't a fan himself, but... He looked back up at Melo. What an adorable creature, so cute, in fact, that he didn't have the heart to reject this gift and popped it into his mouth. "It's good. Thank you."

Zack set down a bottle of water on the counter for you and turned back around to do his work.

Aspen blinked at finding the bottle of water in front of her, glancing up to Zach with surprise and uncertainty. As small as the gesture may have been, the idea that someone would think of her enough to give her something even so simple as this made her start to tear up. She removed the cap and took a few grateful sips. "Th-thank you... That's really nice."

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"U-Um, could I get a cappuccino without the coffee, please? Yeah, just the warm steamed milk and the froth." Aspen requested with a blush, adding after a second, "And... And a little bit of vanilla, and some chocolate shavings if it's not too much trouble?" She looked back in the line, hesitating a moment before offering shyly, "Do you... Want one, too?"

"Oh my gosh, that would, like, be so great!" Aylin exclaimed, as though she was completely unaware of how bashful Aspen seemed. None of her business, after all! "Like, that's so good. Especially with the vanilla and chocolate. I don't really like coffee, anyway, but, like, you're a total lifesaver! I'll take one!"

"Have you ever had cream puffs before?" asked Aylin, holding a plate of the sweets in question. Mounds of cream were sandwiched between the dusted, spongy pastries. "Either way, you should totally have one! They're, like, so amazing."

Noboru shook his head. “I've never tried those before,” he said. He leaned over as if he wanted to inspect those cream puffs up close. “These áre free right?” he asks Aylin, before picking one of the plate. Noboru took a bite and his eyes almost lit up.
“Dwis is deliciouws,” he said. With his mouth still full. “Can Iw have awnother one? For fwree?” he sputtered out some crumbs.

[yum]

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“I did not make those myself,” he directly clarified. Noboru set down the plate he was holding. On it was a pie. The pie, with a thick crust, smelled of peaches and warm apple. He used his small (1D4+1) dagger to cut fo a slice. “Here,” he said, holding it out to you. “Lattice Peach-Apple Pie.”

"Wooahh!" Louis was more than excited to see what Noboru had offered. It had been...well, almost never since had smelled a baked good so fresh (and delicious) before. "This looks delicious! Thanks a bunch, dude!" With that, Louis happily took the plate that was being handed to him and took a large bite. His facial expression beamed as he chewed. "This is amazing! Who made this? I wanna know where I can get some more!" he chirped, taking another bite. [yum]

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Louis hummed as he had what seemed to be a tray of fluffy cream puff-like sandwiches in his hands. "Hey, you! Ever try a semla before?" he lifted the tray of creamy pastries towards you. The "semlas" seemed to look like fluffy pieces of sweet, powdered bread with a whipped, creamy filling in between the bread slices. "This is a special dish my best mate makes. It's a special pastry from his home country!" 

Dragon frowned deeply at the pastries. "I-I-I'm sorry," he whimpered without saying anything more. The pastries looked good, but he couldn't eat them. All they would do is make him sick. He was tempted to try one, though, despite what it'd do.

"Do, uh, d-do you like m-milkshakes?" Dragon asked very quietly, nervously tapping his index fingers together as he avoided eye contact. "S-Strawberry milkshakes? I-I really like them. They're th-the only things that d-don't get me s-sick."

Dragon whimpered and dropped his gaze, trying hard to not cry. That's not what a man would do.

( ^ oh em gee... :'( poor Dragon. Marcus does not deserve his friendship.)

"For the last time that sissy drink is made for children and teenage girls. It's disgusting. I can't do milkshakes kid." That was a complete lie. Dragon introduced that drink to him once and Marcus loved it. Guilty pleasure. He was very ashamed... But of course, his man-pride... So he must keep the image. "You need a man's food boy. Meat. Steak. Keep eating meat and your weak stomach will just adjust to it."

"Hunting for your own food is rewarding. Ever had venison?"

Bringing up wine. It worked like a charm of course. Wine with venison would make it into a rich man's drink. He didn't like the idea of it. He grunts. Then chuckles at her response.