Yum Or Yuck {Oc Game}

"Oh you'd be surprised..." Sev chuckled. "If it is cooked well it's delicious. Goes great with red wine." Okay, the last part was just teasing him and she did not even try to hide it. Maybe his dislike for wine was a little funny to her... "Unless, of course, you mean raw meat. Though I guess my answer wouldn't change much." ...make of that what you will.

"What are your thoughts on mealworms? Seems that trend is coming..."

Sev laughed, giving the coins back to Mandragora, "I mean... I got them as a gift so you can just have them, if you'd like," she explained, as she handed the mealworms over.

She gave a thumbs up almost eagerly "juicy" she grunted as she took out a small bag of coins and shoved a few to the woman "Have?" She asked politely yet excitedly. Giving a semi smile 

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The dark elf pulled a small package from her mass of hair, unwrapping it she revealed a piece of lemon cake with a crushed strawberry on top. 

They gasped, "For me?????" Flip leans near into the cake, eyes wide staring at the little treat. "Oh that looks so good! Did you make it yourself?" If it was anyone else the phrase stars in their eyes would be more metaphorical. As it is, it's Flip we're talking about. 

"Oh thank you thank you thank you miss!!" They almost-shout, carefully but still enthusiastically reaching out for the cake. "You're definitely an angel. Like what those old-world religions were talking about!"

"So what do you think :D?" They start, holding up a little bag filled with little treats like tarts and mini pies. It is definitely stolen from the local noble's kitchen. "Not bad for an out-of-townie on their first try, right?" They ask, a self assured smile on their face. "Want some?"

“Not bad, kiddo,” Roswell remarked. He weighted the bag in his hand. “Not bad at all for a yokel,” he said. Roswell gave Flip a quick challenging smile, before plucking one of the tarts out of the bag. He took a bite and his eyebrows raised directly. Roswell’s mouth corners twisted upward, and he took another bite. And another. “Yer should -” another bite “try ‘nd steal me sume more.”
[yum]
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“Sit down,” Roswell commanded. Then he sat down next to you and let out his breath. It had been a long day and his muscles felt like they were on fire. There was only one thing that could cure such fatigue. Roswell eyed you. Then plucked two ‘somethings’ wrapped in paper out of his bag. He shoved one of the packages in your direction and kept one for his own. He unwrapped it. Roswell eyed his dry-rye bread with camel cheese for a second. Before taking a bite.
“Ever had camel cheese?” he asked you. “It’s sour den yer think it is. Fits perfectly with de stale bread. Gives it a boite. If oi say so meself.” 

     August decided to ignore the fact that he'd been given a command out of sheer curiosity of what Roswell was getting out. He sat in his seat, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face when the food was brought out. "Camel cheese..." he said slowly. Regardless, he attempted a bite.
     "It's dry," he said bluntly. "The flavor is bland and this bread is stale." He paused. "It's not bad."

     August set down two bowls, both of them filled with foul ingredients not meant to ever be mixed in their rawest form. "It's a sundae," he said, sitting down. He didn't offer anymore explanation, instead taking large mouthfuls of his own "sundae" without any issue.

"What could you possibly know about a parent's love?" August took an extra large bite.

Siegbert was so distressed. He was terrified, and he was going to go insane, and this wasn't a joke. This wasn't a joke!! Why was August eating this!! What the fuck!!

He stared at the "sundae" for a few moments, saying nothing to the other man for the longest time. As tempting as it was, Siegbert's eyes didn't water, as though he trained himself not to cry. In situations like this, those self-lessons were so useful.

But then, in a dry and bitter tone, he asked August: "Your parents didn't love you, did they?"

[siegbert says yuck but i, vapor123, would try it]

"My friend had these made specifically for me, but I don't think I can stomach them at the moment." Siegbert told the other person. He offered them a little bag. Inside were dark chocolate-hazelnut truffles. "Just take a few." he then said, tetchier than he wanted to be, "I might want them later."

The paladin takes a step back, looking absolutely horrified as she watches Aerin take a solid chunk out of the lemon and start chewing. That was... intimidating enough for her. 

Illanya wants to politely decline the girl's offer, but she just looks so damn happy, offering the small yellow fruit to her. She smiles nervously and accepts the lemon, palming it. "Er... thank you, I appreciate that." Maybe she could put in some water or make it some lemonade later.  

At least until she notices Aerin's gaze flicking between her and the lemon in her hand. Oh gods, she really wants her to eat it right now?! Illanya lets out a slow breath before putting it to her mouth and taking a bite in the same fashion Aerin had. It's blindingly sour, and she can already feel her eyes and nose start to burn. She struggles to swallow for a moment, gags once and finally gets the bite of lemon down.

Illanya coughs, "Y-yep! They taste... urp... really good."

(Yuck)

Illanya frowns at the fire, hands cradling a small sack. "I had no luck with the fishing, I'm afraid... I did grab these though."  She pulls something out of it and passes the sack to her companion. Inside is quite a considerable amount of blue-purple berries. Illanya throws some of the ones she'd grabbed in her mouth and makes a face. "They're elderberries. They're a little sour but I hear they're pretty good for you. I'll be honest, I've only ever picked them for jam so I don't really enjoy eating them right off the bush.

"iiiickyy! tastes like prune jam in a dog's water bowl."

(Yuck)

This little one doesn't like fruits like cats do, they just prefer eating meat as this cat in a scarf serves bacon to you.

“Yeah, that’s the good stuff right there.” Benji spoke politely, just before chewing up the bacon and eating it like a complete animal. He scratched his head making his soft fluffy hair more of a mess than it needed to be before sitting up straight and stretching his arms a bit. “Yeah, that was good.”

(Yum.)

tiny mentions of cannibalism?

Benji was rolling around on the floor like an idiots, chewing on a stupid bone he found. His attention as then focused on who was staring at him. He dropped the bone out of his jaws. “Oh sorry, didn’t see you there. Want one?” He spoke calmly before going right back and chewing the bone to the point where his broke into the bone and a little chunk of the bone broke off in his mouth.

Dandelion's fur pricked uncomfortably as he saw Benji rolling around chewing on bone. He took a step back. Then another. "No, thank you," the druid replied. He went as far as to lift his hands defensively. "N-n-no thanks i-m good."

[Yuck]

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"What's traveling on an empty stomach," the rabbit man softly muttered as he poured you a bowl. The food was still hot. Damping even. "I made some stew for along the way," he explained as he handed you the bowl. "It's grilled garlic stew actually. With red lentils and tomatoes." Dandelion almost looked shyly as he poured himself a bowl. "It's one of my favorites."

Bones curiously looked down at the bowl below, eyeing the ingredients of the soup. The smell of the garlic and tomatoes delighted her, bringing a soft smile to her face. Before she took a sip, she spoke.

" I'm always one to appreciate a hearty stew." the snowborne states, raising the bowl up to her mouth. She sipped from the bowl, enjoying the meal. " Thank you very much. "

[ Yum! ]

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"Here, here, settle down. " the snowborne leads you to a chair nearby a table, draping a blanket on the back. "I do apologize for the delay, I've been quite busy today with this snowstorm. Stay put for a moment, I'll fetch you something to eat. " Her footsteps grow quieter as she heads into the kitchen area, but only grow quiet for a short moment. She returns, wearing some large oven mitts, carrying what seems to be a pie. The pan makes a gentle clank on the wooden table, muffled by the pan protector.

"It's a Pot Pie, filled with chicken, red potatoes, carrots, peas, and celery. Something to warm you up, but please be careful not to burn your mouth. " she says, dishing you out a slice.

     En shivered and rubbed his arms, grateful to be taken in by the snowborne. He was always so helpless in the snow, this fire alone was heavenly. His stomach begged to differ, though, growling and howling anytime he caught even the faintest whiff of what was being cooked.
     Soon, he found himself given a pot pie, and practically drooled while looking down at it. "Is it really okay for me to have some?" he asked before looking back at it, eagerly taking a bite. He winced at the heat, but still smiled. "It's good!"

     "Look! Look at this!" En hastily pulled out a yellow bag of chips. "They're called Funyuns, and they're onion flavored! Can you believe that? I can't get enough of these!" To emphasize, he shoved a handful of them into his mouth before offering you the bag. "Do you want some?"

It was a stiff stand, and similar response. Nonetheless, her words did not match that austerity present to her demeanor. “If you would not mind, I suppose?” A reach ahead, careful, resulted in one fragment being carefully pulled from the assortment, her eyes pointed downward for the most part out of conscious habit. The chip soon vanished, and she looked up slightly, nodding. “Thank you much.”

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“You’ll have to forgive me—“

It was not quite fresh, but still adequate enough for a guest. The portokalopita had been sitting in a container in the fridge for about a day now, mostly undisturbed, but she didn’t have much else on-hand to consider appropriate. With some conflict, she cut a slice and set it on the plate present on the counter nearby, then quietly turned once picking both up carefully. “If this isn’t enough, I can start on something quick instead.”

Considering the name, Jackson would've never guessed portokalopita was a cake! It sounded like pork... or some kind of medical procedure. Because of that, he was wary to try it, but Angitia looked so sweet that he didn't have it in him to say no and took the smallest of bites.

"Oh hey, that's pretty good!"

"Can't go wrong with a milk chocolate candy bar, right?"