Share a meal with the character above you IC

"Oh, hi there!" he smiled as the protogen sat down next to him on the park bench. At first he would have left it at that but he noticed her looking at the cookies he was eating. "Oh, do you want some?" he offered, placing the box between the two of them. "Please, feel free to take some." They were not too fancy, just chocolate chip with a few mini marshmallows for some extra fun... but sometimes the classics were nice, right? Also trying a more complex recipe would probably have led to problems with Mor'du, who almost burned down the kitchen while trying to preheat the oven - however he had managed to do that. 

Anyway, back to the current situation! "I'm Hayden by the way, nice to meet you." he introduced himself because he felt like it was rude not to? Of course he did not want to pressure her into a conversation, she just looked like a friendly and interesting individual and he did not feel like she would be annoyed by it. (Not that his judgement of people was the best.)

(Aaah it's fine, I like that post! D: )

After the inital shock Hayden was back to his usual curious self. What interesting people there were! Although Squinch did not really communicate a lot? Except for 'bones'. What was that even supposed to mean? "Th- those are marshmallows..." he tried to explain, since that was the only thing that could even remotely be reminding the stranger of bones? Although it was still... well. Before he could think of another question the strange shadow man had already signed his goodbyes. Well... okay then. For a second he thought he might just have imagined it, but the crumbs next to him indicated something else.

To preface, I'm super rusty ! Especially when it comes to writing with other peoples characters ! Sorry if it's ooc !

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A beautiful sunny day and another afternoon where Hayden took some time to relax in the warmth with something to eat. He reached back into the box of cookies, eyes on the ducks floating leisurely in the pond, when his fingers brushed something...

A hand ! With a jolt of surprise the box was dropped, with just a glimpse of a hand retreating back into the bottom, cookie pinched between its fingers. If Hayden was perceptive he may even have caught a tiny, cheeky wave before it disappeared . As the box was cautiously retrieved, a second weight was added to the bench. And there, next to the man, was a shadow of another. 

Squinch held half the cookie, marshmallow chocolate in fact, out in front of him, eyeing it carefully. The marshmallow chunks held his complete concentration, and for a while the two sat in silence.

Hayden, trying to be polite, started to talk.

"Hi, did you want the cookies? You can have ano-"

Squinch interrupted, pointing at the cookie. Specifically one of the chunks.

"Bones."

There was another pause. Hayden fidgeted awkwardly but the politeness and positivity remained.

"Excuse me?"

Squinch didn't repeat himself, instead sliding the rest of the cookie into his own mouth like a DVD player. With a cordial tip of his hat he disappeared, leaving only a couple crumbs on the bench to show he'd been there at all.

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Squinch rarely eats on his own and probably doesn't actually need to, but he can totally be chowing down on something first. He'd eat anything (even non foods) as long as it's not living

If it wasn't for the fact that Marty was currently sweating off all of his fake tan, he might of looked half decent.

It was hot out, which, was incredibly juxtaposed to what he's usually used to. Shocking for an Australian, isn't it? Even more shocking considering the fact he was already wearing slim to fucking nothing, a mesh 'tank-top' and some shorts.
He looked like tanned Patrick.
Nonetheless, this disgusting display was currently across from sane-Lorelei, Marty sporting the classic 'eyes wide and sheepish grin.' This was stupidly awkward, a fifty-six year old woman might as well of been his grandmother.

"It's hot eow't," his pupils rolled up to the sad sky that had to witness this, ".. do yu eat fruit?" His fingers rolled on the shotty table, snapping a quick finger before continuing. "I got some ehm, candied stra'whberries in my be'g if yu wan'nem." Marty turned his head ever-so-slightly, his brain rolling around like a marble on a track.

Alas, the 'musician' knew nothing, and, Lorelei looked visibly concerned at his offer. It probably be for the best if she got poisoned, just so she didn't have to deal with this absolute asinine interaction.
Beady, icy blue eyes clearly held not a single thought behind them as his long lashes fluttered, ignorantly speaking over any objection she had.
"Now now, these stra'whberries are diff'rent. Don' fret, yu aren't gohnna think of these things 'ta same after a bite of 'ehm," he smirked. ".. inna good way, that is." Absolutely not. Everything is going wrong.

Carefully, Marty reached under the table and pulled out a plastic tupper ware container, about six strawberries covered with what looked to be hardened red syrup sat inside. He did not make these, but alas, they stayed untouched until he removed the lid and took one out.
He held the berry up to the older parties face, sunlight casting down onto it like it was a holy figure. "'Look, we can eat one togethah. I haven' had one yet, if it's bad, we cahn both go 'threw it at 'ta same toime."

Ignorance is bliss, but there was no way that she was getting out of this situation. Cheers.

For NP, Marty HARDLY ever eats anything thats even healthy in the slightest. 90% of his diet consists of candies and horrible, unhealthy desserts. He prefers sweet over savory big time, so if your character offers him a nice, expensive steak, don't expect him to enjoy it.

Brimley heard someone enter his barn and jumped behind a large pile of hay to observe. He watched Marty explore the place and the more Brimley watched the more he began to wonder why Marty was even staying.  The place smelt of rotting flesh.

Brimley walked out cautiously bent over to not frighten him. Brimley had been saving up mangos and offered one to marty " Brimley wants to make a peace offering " Brimley handed up the mango even though it was dirty and had glass sticking out

The summer sun tickled Roswell’s neck. It was getting late and the soft sun was already setting. The air smelled like hay. His favorite time of year. The thief’s frame leaned against his camel. They were in transit, from Banner back to Drakenburg. That was until Roswell had found this, particular bar.  A good resting point as any, he’d thought.
Gustav’s ears stood pricked and the camel showed the stranger, who Roswell assumed to be the farmer (though a bit of a strange farmer), the whites of his eyes. Gustav growled. Snorted and tossed his head, as Brimley did so much as move.
 Roswell didn’t share this hostile attitude though. On the contrary.
“How are yer beans?” He asked. The leidsman used his own can to gesture to the one he’d given Brimley. Cold, canned white beans. Soaping in tomato paste and water. The staple of Drakenburg-life.

Roswell pricked his spoon in his own can and scooped a spoonful.
“Yer look loike yer haven’t eaten anything, remotely, healthy in years lad,” he said. As he took another bean-bite. His eye scanned the remote area. “Yer barn doesn’t look loike a hayloft either. Oi don’t see any fields, nor animals,” Roswell mused. He used the back of his sleeve to dry his lips before the thief leaned forward.
“So, whaaat do yer cultivate ‘ere?” 

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"Earth is round, 'eh?" The medical corpsman waved to inform her exists, next is the familiar but not so friendly seagull fly down, scream the mine as a proper greetings. "Our unit is camping near here, make sure to stay distance a bit," sitting down on the log, she continued, "We got some freshmen in gunshoting, last time they accidentally shot one of those lil shit," as Teelöffel glaced at the seagull with a wry smile, responded by a grumpy hair tuck by that little rostrum.

"So, whatcha up to?" stared at the orange and red spikes. Teelöffel stares for a while before take out a small metal box, combat ration, what's else it could be. It've seem like had been opened, only few snacks left and two energy bars that she ofer Roswel one, then draw a wryly smile, "Know what else is good with campfire? Marshmallow." The cropsman pull a pack of marshmallow out from nowhere, jokingly, "even better when you eat on the sly." She stealed it from the kitchen for sure.

"Sadly we don't have hot chocolate in this condition," Teelöffel rolls the roasted marshmallows about to turn brown in her hand, shrugged in good-will "but I guess we still have novel to talk about. Want one?"

Teelöffel willingly to eat anything that edible and cooked/ hygienic, she tend to eat a little and separate food into many small meals during a day. Please don't offer her too much (or weird things) gdhdsh 

     After enough trying to dodge the seagull gang, the two finally ended up slumped at a curb in front of a convenience store. He, personally, was exhausted from trying to escape those friggin' devils so much, and was panting like a dog right now. However, soon silence settled over the two, and they sat together awkwardly. It must have gotten too much for the idol, because he got up and walked into the store. Minutes later, he came back and held a cold drink out for Teeloffel to take.
     "Well?" he snapped, shaking it impatiently around her. "Go on, take it!" Despite that, he barely looked at her, seeming to glare instead at the street ahead of them. It was probably to avoid having to see her reaction.
     When the drink was taken, he sat back down on the curb and set a plastic bag down in front of them. Inside were two black boxes. "They're bentos," he explained while picking one out, opening it. Inside was a large portion of rice with some cut chicken at the side and a small salad. Inside Teeloffel's were noodles and dumplings. "It's one thing I'm happy to see about this country, that they serve even these still. Hard to find, though," muttered Ken between bites of his rice. "Don't get used to this, either, weirdo. I'm only buying you one because you helped me get away from those weird birds of yours."
     He spent a few more moments before glancing over at her. With a silent huff and the briefest roll of the eyes, he moved his bento box closer to hers. "Here. You can have a bite of mine if you want. Whatever."

Well if the gods above DIDNT know what to expect, well they probably don’t expect Tudor Takuma Ragnvindr to share a meal with Kenshin Yamada.

Who literally kind of bullied him when Tudor was having a literal mental breakdown from a nightmare when the young man was staying over at his place... (/lh)

As usual Kenshin was snappy and rude, Tudor was no exception from the mans rudeness, but nonetheless the Ragnvindr family member just turned his head a bit, giving the man an innocent look while he held some leftovers from lunch, some mashed potatoes and Mac and cheese the Flagbearer never got to eat during dinner. Even if Kenshin was being rude as hell to Tudor, he didn’t seem to mind.

Perhaps he is just used to being rude at...(due to his angst filled past /gen)

”Kenshin-san, would you...Like some food? I had lunch earlier but I never got to eat this Mac and cheese and potatoes.” Tudor asked, in Japanese of course,

 The Flagbearer looked to the redhead in his eyes, the young mans own mint green eyes showing nothing but innocence.

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Notes for @NP! Tudor likes crunchy food as crunchy food helps him to stim (he is autistic!) so give him crunchy food (especially fried food,,,he loves that) and he will happily munch on it! It is best if your OC can understand Japanese bc Tudors first language is Japanese and despite being able to speak some decent English his autism makes it kinda hard for him to express his needs and/or wants at times! Have fun!

"...'tis been a while since we've seen each other in person, huh?"

Tooth set down some sweets he had gotten from the local gas station. Some were sour, some were sweet. At the end of the day, it was all candy. And candy wasn't so good for your teeth. Nothenless, the shark sat down across from the centipede, then ripped open a bag. He slid it over to her. "Do you forgive me for taking your scalpel now, worm?" He spat, shoving a bunch of gummy bears into his mouth.

The silence in the air started to thicken. The only thing that was heard was the clock ticking, and Yvette curiously touching the bag of sweet and sour candy. She was probably making sure they weren't poisoned. He didn't poison them, thankfully.

Tooth slapped another bag down onto the table. They were mangos. They weren't even ripe, they were just green and looked mushy. He shoved the mushy mangos towards Yvette. Another sad attempt for her to accept his apology.

What a pleasant dinner.

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NOT ME FORGETTING MY CHARACTER NOTES... Np Tooth is pescatarian, but he eats sweets every once in a while! Have fun!

"I haven't had good fish in soooo long." Aminia whined to poor Tooth. That reminds Vapor. She needs to brush her teeth, but she will wait until this post is written. "Or, fish from the sea, you know?"

Roasted carp sat on the platters presented to both parties, the fish resting on a bed of watery spinach. Delicious? The meal would have probably been more bearable, if Aminia didn't complain so much about river fish.

"I used to eat all sorts of wonderful seafood. You know, fresh from the sea. There's just something about a beachside restaurant and the like, right?" she rambled on to him, "Surely you understand, being part... fish? Right? That's soooo weird, but also so cool!" Eyes as large as an owl's, she gazed into Tooth's single eye. She beamed despite her grouching over their little lunch. "But, like, wouldn't this be considered cannibalism to you? ..Are you a cannibal?"

And then, her smile left. She became tight-lipped as she stared at Tooth and leaned back, now cautious. She played with her fork all the while, unsure if she wanted to take another bite of her fish.

So, carefully, she asked him, "You won't eat me, right?"

@ np: have fun. there aren't actually a lot of foods aminia dislikes, but she enjoys sweets, be them fruit or dessert. :V

     "Now, as a fan of fruit, yerself I'm sure you're appreciate these beauties," Vy said almost giddily as he set down a plate with a silver lid over it. Pregnant pause, then reveal. With the lid removed, a plate of lemon bars were revealed, sprinkled lightly with some powdered sugar.
     "See? Ain't it good?" he beamed. "Sure there are plenty'a good things out there, but lemons can be just as tasty with the right fixin's. Plus, it's easier for me out here and all," he said while gesturing to his citrus farm. As he finished his bar, he took a moment to appreciate the scenery and his companion. Aminia was a ditzy little woman, in his opinion, but she had good intentions. She seemed sheltered, with him feeling more worried about her well being than anything, but appreciated her curiosity and kindness. It was the reason he wanted to share his desserts with her.
     "Whew, but that sun sure is beatin' down on us, ain't it?" sighed Vy as he held a hand up to shade his face. "Guess it's time to bring out the lemonade, huh?" His smile returned, and a pitcher of lemonade was set down besides the water. "I ain't had time to fix it to how I normally like, so you'll have to add the sugar yerself." He poured her a glass, then himself one, and immediately started pouring in more and more sugar than was considered healthy. Realizing how it might've looked, he stopped to give Aminia an apologetic look, but to his surprise... she was pouring in a lot of sugar too!! Vy blinked in wonder. Now this woman, she was a true treasure.

Vy isn't very picky, though he hates sour stuff! He won't tell you, though. He'll only give you a pained smile.