Yum Or Yuck {Oc Game}

Hala hadn't heard of such a thing before, but now, to be offered it... She was absolutely certain that this was supposed to be beer. She brought the bottle to her nose and took a big whiff, only to scowl and set it aside. Yes. This absolutely smelled like good ol' panther piss.

She wasn't too pleased with the offer, and looked up at Gecko cautiously, her lip curled. She wasn't trying to look disgusted, and she certainly wasn't annoyed with him, but... Gods, she wasn't doing too well with either of those feelings, as she furrowed her eyebrows and leaned away. The woman shook her head with a little sigh, and said to him, "Absolutely not. I'm not sure what this is supposed to be, but... Ah-- Mm. No, no thank you, sir."

[yuck! but, if only because it reminds her too much of beer.]

"I miss home sometimes." Hala told the other party as she approached where they sat at the table. She carried a plate of squared dessert bars in her arms. "It's quite difficult to import food from there to here, however. But, I was fortunate enough to get my hands on the ingredients needing to make these..."

She placed the tray before them. "This is called basbousa." she told them, "It's... I'm not sure how to explain it, exactly, but it's made with farina, coconut yogurt, and syrup. It does have almonds in it, though, so if you don't like almonds, then... I can just eat it. I'm afraid my cooking isn't that great, anyhow." And she wasn't really wrong on that front. Best to just eat it and hope she wasn't looking for feedback.

"Oh this thing has coconuts?" Lani beams, "Hell yea dude! Pass me that babousa thing!" Lani grabs a handful of the dessert bars and shoved it into her mouth. She lets it savour and squeals in delight. "OH WOAH!" She grabs another one, "THIS THING ROCKS!!" She eats two more, "A bit burnt on the edges but-"gulps it down, goodness she's going wild on these food,"-it's really good!!" She claps her hands together and exclaims,"WELL! That sure was a treat!" She pats Hala on the back, "Thanks for sharing this with me, sorry for taking a lot of the snacks heh." [yum!]

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"A treat I like to have back home is something I like to call Es Alpukat!" She brought over a bowl with ice and chunks of fruits towering in it. "It's basically chopped up avocados mixed together with shaved ice and condensed milk! It's something simple really, but I like to add in some extra syrup to mix it up a bit!" She shoves it to you, "Go on! Try one!"!

Beryl accepts the dish, awkwardly. She prods the ice, it crumbles into the avocado. The smell of condensed milk was no doubt appetizing, but alongside this alien green mush and shards of ice? Beryl couldn't force herself to eat it. 

"Lani, I appreciate your...kind gesture, but I don't think my stomach's up for the task today. Maybe I can take you out for a meal sometime?" 

[Yuck. OOC, I would eat it though. :)]

Instead, Beryl whips out a kebab from her portable ice chest.

"Human meat, anyone? I promise, it's all from consenting donors!" 

She takes a bite.

"I forgot to tell you," she adds, mouth full, "In Ostendarmium, we eat our meats raw." 

Dragon squirmed in his seat, visibly uncomfortable. "I-I eat raw meat too b-but..." His already quiet voice drifted off as he dropped his gaze. "I don't like having to eat it." He quickly looked up with urgency. "A-And I would never e-eat a person! P-People are really nice! I w-wouldn't hurt them I'm not a-" He hesitated. "-a monster..."

(Yuck)

"I-I never got to try it out, but a lot of th-the shows I watch show someth-thing called c-candy! It l-looks really tasty. Is it?"

"Oh I like candy, " he spoke in a softer tune. The type of voice he would have as he was talking with his way younger sister. A bit strict, but super soft. "But those aren't good for your teeth, " he warned Dragon. "Eating a bag full is bad. You'll get rotting teeth, and..such." His frowned thoughtfully when he saw Dragon's clear distressed expression. "But maybe, " he said.. Salvador plucked a but of candy, a paper bag filled with gummies to be exact, from out of his pockets. "Maybe if we put this in a small piece of meat, you can taste it?" Salvador smiled. "Yes? Just one! Without your tummy getting upset? Or teeth rot" He said tryingly.

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Salvador sat a spoon and a tin can filled with peas on the table. Just small green peas, no sauce, no spice not even a tiny bit of salt to make it less dry. "Peas, " he told you. "You can have some."

Raphael couldn't stomach desserts, but tiramisu happened to be one of few that he could. Perhaps it was because he liked the espresso taste of it. After all, he smelled more like black coffee than wine, so would it be unreasonable to assume he drank a lot of it in the mornings? Lucky him, too. Coffee was so exhausting having to transport from Balarazi, one of very few places willing to trade their good with Laojin.

And so, he took the plate from Zyn with a polite nod. "Thank you very much." he murmured, "This should be my last meal of the day, I suppose. Treats such as these are a rare thing these days."

[yum! he loves coffee-flavored stuff :')]

"I should hope that you even like cheese. I, myself, I don't really care for most of them..." said Raphael, as he turned to face the other party. He placed a silver platter down before them. It was taken up by an assortment of cheeses-- brie, parmesan, gouda, gorgonzola.

He then settled himself across from them with a huff, leaning into the arm of his chair. He watched them for a few moments, before offering, "If you'd rather not eat it alone, I do have some wine left in the cabinets."

Ale sniffed the plate.
"Yummy!" she exclaimed suddenly, grabbing the plate on her clawed hands and rather messily swiping her tongue through it, consuming all the cheese. She left the plate a empty mess. Meat was the only thing she needed to be healthy, but she was quite the gluttonous devourer, for someone who looked so ladylike. She stabbed through some cheeses that fell off the plate with her claws and brought them to her jaws.
"Thank you, good sir! I was starting to think of food when i saw you and was gonna have to restrain myself to not do something horrible, but you gave me something even better!"

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"I brought food!" she called out, setting down a big plate of spaghetti on top of the other party. The top was covered in ragu sauce, juicy chunks of grounded meat giving off a delicious aroma.
"I should probably mention this has human meat. Don't worry, i took it from someone already recently dead with good health! My brother M cooked it, he's the greatest! If you don't want it i understand, there's just gonna be more for me haha. But you should give it a try, c'mooooon, it's the best thing ever!!!!"

kitty was speechless. to say she was horrified was an understatement. surprisingly, she was more offended that ale thought this meal was fit to serve her rather than the fact it contained human meat. kitty, like a brat, flipped the plate and offered ale a face of pure disgust. "who do you think i am?? who do you think YOU are???" she quickly stood up and pointed an accusing finger at the other "is this some kind of a joke to you? this can't be real." kitty makes her way for the door.

(yuck !)

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kitty rolled her eyes at the announcement of hunger. "i invited you over to discuss business. i never had the intention of feeding you." she sighed and made her way to the kitchen. as to not waste time, she quickly scanned her cupboards for a snack, knocking over random cans that stood in her reach. eventually, she grabbed a 2 months expired bag of pretzels. kitty, pretty aggressively, tossed the bag at you. "now where did we leave off?"

"Ah, you don't have to--" Mellifieri went silent as the woman stood up and went to rifle through a cupboard in the next room. It wasn't her fault that her stomach had growled. It had been quite some time since breakfast. The succubus didn't flinch as the bag was thrown her way, catching it smoothly and looking over the packaging. She shrugged, opening the bag and picking up one of the pretzels, turning it over in her fingers before popping the whole thing in her mouth. She crunched it thoughtfully for several long moments, before knitting her eyebrows and dropping the bag on the table, not caring that some of the expired twists spill out. "Your proposal had better be more appealing than the food you offer," she commented coldly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. "I'm starting to think this might be a waste of Lady Catherine's time."

(Yuck.)

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"You caught us at a rather inconvenient time," Mellifieri explained as she hurried down the street toward the bakery on the corner. "Most don't call on Lady Catherine until the afternoon, so your call this morning caught us all a little flat-footed." She shook her head, doing her best to mask her irritation with her usual stoic gaze. "Oh well, there will be tea ready for us when we get to the house." She opens the door to the bakery, holding it for you to enter first, before she follows behind, the bell jingling again as the door shuts behind her. The glass cabinet shows all manner of sweets, but the succubus seems to have her attention on one in particular. "The usual," she comments to the older lady behind the counter, and watches as twelve tiny apple tarts, each one big enough to fit in the palm of your hand, are loaded into a small box. "And one more for my friend here to try." The older lady nods and places one more still-warm tartlet on top of the box, which Mellifieri picks up and offers to you.

"Those are Lady Catherine's favorite," Mellifieri explains smoothly. "If you don't like them, that's fine--more for the rest of us, but that's what will be having with tea when we get back to the house."

"My apologies for the unexpected intrusion. I was under the assumption that you operated at the hours I called," Clayton murmured, following after the succubus. He glanced at the tarts before looking back at Mellifieri, where he held a hand up and shook his head. "I appreciate it but will have to decline. Judging from the scent and appearance, I am sure these are delicious, but I wouldn't want to impose. I merely want to ask your mistress about her abilities." Abilities in granting someone the ability to sing, hopefully.

"I have never had a dish I could call my favorite, but there is one I find simple to make and somewhat enjoyable." He set down a plate. It was a turkey and gravy sandwich. "I suppose if it were my choice, I would eat this often. What about you?"

"Oh sir Clayton," he said. A bit sniffy, definitely a bit tipsy, "you know me so well." Xander softly shook his head as he carefully accepted the plate with turkey and gravy sandwich. Holding it tightly in his hands, as if it was made of glass. "Thank you," he said. Taking a small bite out of the sandwich, which tasted magnificent by the way, before taking another one. Xander had to sit down. Set his 3th, maybe 4th glass of wine aside, while taking an other small bite. "You're an absolute hero on parties like these Clayton, I know I know I say it many many times sir. But I mean it."

(Yum)
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"I made some Lemon meringue pie!" Xander said with a bright smile. "Well.. With lemon, of course, baked it all myself. With the help of my daughter," Xander continued before placing the plate in front of you. It was a good looking pie (if you like lemons), spongy and sweet. 

"Oh my gosh YES! This is my favourite, how did you know - wait, of course you knew, this is the best food in the world after all!" (Yum)

"Now for you I was going to make lemon pie, but I just had that so instead I'll do um... [flips through her "cookbook", which is actually just a piece of paper with a recipe for Lemon pie on one side and a recipe for Lemon meringue pie on the other] ...er... Brownies! With lemon zest sprinkled on top, that sounds nice right?"