Yum Or Yuck {Oc Game}

Taylor had to ponder this for a second. I mean, she was on a diet and all but...a cheat day wouldn't hurt too much, would it? It's just some fries, it's not like it's a whole meal. "Thanks for offering! I'll gladly take those extra fries off your hands." She said, taking the bag from Mercy. 

"Hey, sorry to bug you but there's this new shake shop and they're offering a deal for people who come in pairs! Mind coming along with me? I'll cover the cost for the shakes!"

"Shake...?" Allen hesitated before responding. He didn't like the idea of going somewhere with a stranger - but the fact it was a new shop sparked his interest. "Hm... Sure, I think I can go with you, miss. Shake sounds like a good idea - I could go for a strawberry flavored one..."

If he liked the shop, and if they were still offering the deal, perhaps he could invite Míriel to go with him next time.

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"Hmm... What should I do with this..." Allen sighed, staring to the square chocolate box in his hands. It was red and pink, and had a white ribbon on top of it. Some girl had sent it to him, and he thought about giving it to Míriel, but he already did that the previous day; moreover, it was dark chocolate and both of them didn't like the flavor.

Luckily, someone passed by, and Allen saw it as the perfect chance to get rid of it. "Hello. Do you want this chocolate box?" He offered. "...It's dark chocolate."

Becca looks at the box and then at him. She blinks before a blush comes to her face. "Oh, like totally!" She takes the box and giggles, giving him flirty eyes now as she fiddles with the white ribbon. A very cute man had just gotten her chocolate. And sure she hated dark chocolate, she did not hate getting gifts from men. "You know, like, I'm Becca.."

She winks at him. "Oh these are really like pricy!" He had money too...oh wow, the gods really were looking at her for once. "So like I'm free tonight if you want to know."

(yum)

She sighs. This smoothie was just too large, and even though they had put it in two cups, now she still had too much of the damn stuff! She groans before looking around. "Free smoothie! Chai tea smoothie, totally free, and like really good!" People liked free food right.

As she said, people liked free food alright. Even though the smoothie Rebecca offered him looked like bogus in a cup. Still, Roswell didn't complain. The leidsman snatched everything, as long as it was free (though, in Roswell's eye a lot of things we're 'free for the taking'). Luckily for him, he was immune to poison.
"Yer sure dis is saved to drink right?" Roswell asked in a tone that hardly disguised his disbelieve. "Oi mean..it's green, " for a thief he was very observed. Then he shrugged. Roswell took a big gulp, closed his eye, and let the taste settle in. It tasted surprisingly soft, with soft hints of tea that lingered in-between. The texture was unlike something Roswell had tasted before. A bit like apple sauce but, thinner. Drinkable. There were spikes of fruits too, pear..coconut. Roswell blinked a couple of times while his gaze fell on his small cup filled with, bogus, drink. He hadn't taste coconut for..years now. It made him feel, old..nostalgic? Who knows. "Not bad, " praised Rebecca. "Not bad."

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"Oim pretty proud if dis one, " the leidsman said while placing down a pot with steaming hot stewed pears. He picked a few, with his fork, out of the pan and onto a plate. Holding it out for you to grab. The red/purplish pulp was soft, easy to cut, and bathing in pear juices. The extract gave the pears it's characteristic shimmer.
The fruits had been steaming in dry red wine and sugars, giving off a heavy but fruity-smelling aroma. "Me mum used to make these wen oi felt sad. They cheer yer up even after de roughest of days." 

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Breaking topic tradition but I'm going to write a quick follow up cause I love these two

^ maribelle listening to this goddamn peach slander

Maribelle was hyped as fuck.

The second the pears were offered to her, she snatched them away from Roswell, peering down at the gleaming, sweet-smelling fruits atop the plate. As she cut them apart with a spoon [quite a feat], she nearly forgot to speak to the man.

"I've had stewed pears when I was small. I've had pears since then, but... like, not stewed ones." She said to him. She liked anything fruity. This was probably the best thing she had been given all month. "Usually I just had small cakes baked for me, like... lemon cakes... Maybe sometimes fig cakes... I haven't had those in a while, though. I also haven't had these. I mean, of course. I just told you."

Chatterbox. She stared at her spoonful of pear for a moment, before offering a shrug, and then adding, "I always liked stewed peaches better, but this is good, anyway. Thank you."

[yum. kid just wants some goddamn fruit.]

And, speaking of peaches! Maribelle slapped down a bowl before the other party. A nice, almost clean bowl, except for the fact it was filled with... little chunks of peaches and smelly baked beans.

"Peaches and beans. It's all I have right now other than bread, and I'm keeping the bread for now." she told them, "You'll probably like it, anyway. It's not that bad, I mean... It has peaches... If you really don't like it, you could just separate them, or something. Not that you should. I worked hard on it."

His face was completely covered with his mask, and yet, somehow, he was able to express curiosity and discomfort clearly upon being handed the bowl. "Peaches... in beans?!" he guffawed. "You've... You've ruined the sanctity of the beans! How? How could you do this? How could you open a can of perfectly good beans knowing you'd send them to their demise?" He shook his head. Regardless, he was one to never waste food. So, when Maribelle wasn't looking, he opened his mask to take a bite. It was closed by the time she looked back.
Kul immediately started coughing. He trembled in his seat, tightly gripping his spoon. He gagged, he gasped, he clawed at his chest while reaching towards the heavens, sinking in his seat. For a second, it looked as if funeral bells were ringing.
Then, suddenly, he sat up. "It's delicious!" he praised. "So sorry for the doubts! I should have known that someone with a diet of beans would know what works well with it! These peaches... they're amazing! Remarkable! Their soft, sweet taste counteracts with the beans'... bean taste! It creates a harmony-- Oh! How wonderful!"

"I can't exactly continue with beans, now can I?" Kul laughed. "Unless...? No! No, I can't do that. So! Why not go with... this!" He sets down... a slice of bread. "Yes! Bread! I've heard American bread is much sweeter, but it tastes quite plain to me! Although I've never tried other kinds of bread. What do you think?"

"Brrp? Brrrrrrp?" The cat trilled, sniffing at the piece of bread that was planted in front of her. Her owner usually ate this in the morning, except it was more golden brown and smelled of butter. Butter-slathered bread must be tasty. A small chunk of bread was torn up and fed to the cat. The bread was not quite as tasty as the meat and crunchy food she usually ate, but food is good, and she loved the gesture.

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The white cake that sat at the table seemed plain. Sure, it smelled good, but there wasn't much to look at. A gray cat clambered up on the table, letting out a trill upon noticing the second party sitting across from her. Tortellini's whiskers twitched as she strutted up to the platter, her nose twitching upon arriving in front of the cake. Without warning, the only front leg the cat had ended up shoved in the cake. She stared at the second party, confused by their reaction. Tortellini helped; the cake was pretty now.

//tortellini is baby

Norian lounged boredly in her seat, scrolling through her phone with almost nonexistent interest and occasionally snacking on her cake.  She’d bought herself a simple white cake to eat while she waited for her ride and she was immensely bored. So, she was more than happy to have a fluffy friend with her so she smiled warmly as the cat approached. “Why, hello there.” She cooed a soft tone to her voice that most people didn’t hear from her.  She reached out a hand allowing the feline to smell her as she silently asked to pet her. “Aren’t you a cutie?” Norian wasn’t really the type of person anyone expected to have a soft spot, but god she loved cats (as her four very spoiled felines would know). So when the strange cat shoved her paw into the small cake she’d just bought, instead of getting mad,  she simply chuckled lightly. Her laughter only increased when the cat looked at her proudly. “Yes…” She managed though breathy chuckles. “Good job! That’s definitely what the cake needed.” She continued eating. Norian was a demon who could drink rat poison like it was orange juice. She could handle some cat fur and/or dirt.

//yum

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If looks could kill, the phone in her hand would have crumbled from the sheer irritation on the woman’s features. “Can’t bring food into the… “ She mumbled along with the text she’d just gotten. “Goddammit.” She pocketed the device and rubbed her forehead, irritated. In her arms were two soft pretzels (one half eaten) and a nearly empty bottle of soda. “Goddammit…” She repeated. Dull pink eyes wandered over her surroundings. She spotted the nearest person and walked over. “Hi.” She said matter-of-factly. “Here.” She held the untouched pretzel out to the other.  “My sister who was supposed to be here by now got distracted by a cute shop… again. I swear she’s gonna run out of space in her closet.” Norian explained with  both clear irritation and fondness in her voice. “And apparently she can’t bring food in there and it's apparently gonna take her a while, so she told me to just give her pretzel to someone before it gets cold. So here, free pretzel. Congrats.” She finished her little spiel and walked off to find somewhere to sit until Ami got back..

Ciri looks up at the previous answer
What happened to "Keep it short"?
[Ciri, in-universe please]
She shrugs
Ok sure

Ciri takes the piece of looping bread handed to her. it is almost as big as her.
Um ... thanks? this is too m- ...
The person has walked away
... -much for me ... okay? I hope this isn't poisoned.
She runs her tiny nose along the bread. and makes a satisfied face.
Smells delicious! like freshly baked bread. yum!
She breaks off a tiny bit and stuffs it in her mouth.
YUM! sawwty! Bud yum!

Ciri puts the pretzel down and flies over to a nearby machine. She dumps in a couple of coins into it and enters the code for iced cappuccino. she flies down, lifts the can out if the machine and flies back to her seat. she notices the seat next to hers is now occupied. She puts the can down and looks at the lid. She's immediately disappointed.
Not one of those! I can't open this! and I'm thirsty.
Ciri pulls the clothes of the person next to her seat.
Hey, can you help me? can you open this can of iced cappuccino? and then poor a little bit of it in this cup? you can have the rest of the can. it is too much for me anyway

Black glanced down at the fairy tugging at his shirt sleeve. At this point, he wasn't even shocked that there was a fairy right next to him... He listened to her plight: she couldn't open her can of iced cappuccino, and needed him to help pour it in a small cup (which, good luck to him on that front). In return, she'd give him the rest of the can. Well, that was an offer he couldn't refuse! He would have helped anyway, but even though he didn't usually drink iced cappuccino, free coffee was free coffee. "Alright, here you go," he said as he opened the can and shakily poured it in the cup, spilling it a little in the process. "Ah, sorry... I'm not the best at pouring liquids out. I have a condition that makes my hands shaky as all hell. I'll go grab some paper towels from the bathroom, hold on." He stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbed the towels, and quickly cleaned up his mess. He then chugged that entire can of iced cappuccino like there was no tomorrow.

(Yum! He's an absolute coffee fiend, no matter if he normally drinks it black.)

Black tapped the person sitting next to him on the shoulder, before passing them a small carton of McDonald's fries. "Hey, do you want these? I bought some McDonald's for lunch, but I bought more than what my appetite wanted today. Should have just gotten a burger instead, but... I'd rather not throw these away, so I thought I'd ask."

Burger..? Fries..?

The smell wafted off the french fries offered to him was enough to make Flavio feel a bit queasy, and with a frown [that he tried so desperately to hold back], he shook his head. "I'm not... a fan of foods like that, I'll admit."

He wasn't familiar with McDonald's, for it did not exist in the shithole 5990's, but he supposed he hung around this hellscape long enough to recognize the name. Weren't McDonald's fries also salty as Hell? Eugh. Thinking about it was enough to make him shudder as he considered the saltiness... and the fact they had the odor of which he wasn't able to place the association of, but the closest thing he could think of was the smell of a toddler's sticky ass, slobbered-on hands, and if there was one thing he hated about kids, it was that they really, *really* liked to slobber everywhere.

Flavio combed his fingers through his hair, his lips pursed together for a moment before he conjured up the strength to add, "Well, I prefer to eat food from home, you know?"

"It's hard getting certain fruits up here in Vieillemont. The climb is an issue for trade wagons, and the elements can be a bit harsh..." Flavio turned towards the other party. He held a small pan in his arms, which he carried over to his guest.

He placed the pan on the table before them -- coconut cream pie.

"Coconut, especially, is difficult to come across." he said, "I hope you enjoy the servants' efforts. They work very hard on our food."

"Oh wow, we don't have dishes like this in my home-- er, where I grew up in," En gaped at the dish, though the sting of not being able to call home "home" anymore lingered in his expression. A steamed bun with meat inside? The closest he could think of to that was a donut, but even those didn't have meat besides maybe bacon, which sounded very good right now. His stomach rumbled as he looked between the two options. Noticing the hand trying to reach for one, En smiled lightly and reached for his own bun, pushing the one closest towards the boy.
He took a bite. It seemed he had gotten the pork one. "Hmm," the prince hummed, eyebrows knit in concentration. "I'm not used to it, but I think I like it," he commented. "The dough is sweet, it kind of balances with the meat. Yeah, I think I'd like to eat more of these in the future!"

"You know how people can pluck an apple from a tree and eat it outright?" En asked as he set something on the table. "I'm kind of the same way, but with onions! I mean, I don't pluck them or anything, but I can pick one up and eat it without having to cook it. What about you? Do you like onions?" There were a few of them on the table, one of which rolled towards you. En picked up one closest to him and demonstrated just what he'd said: he took a large bite out of it.

Caramel should go with apple, not salad. And salad should go with tuna and mayonnaise not caramel??? 

Is this new cuisine of a new culture???

Enihs is, utterly, surprise and with some confused expression.

Well, not the insanest thing when you worked in a family restaurant that laid in the middle of a city that weirdest is its BGM, there was creatures that eat buggy hamburger. But still?

"Uhm, thanks for your offer. But I'm on my diet. It's girl things, you- you don't have to understand. I'm just, on my, diet." Always on diet. Enihs gentlely pushed the dish aside, put on a smile with some sweats. "How about I made something that both of us can enjoy with some talks and drinks?!"

Ah, peaceful day. Rare and blessed day. A nice weather and mood for Enihs to try some different recipes.

Smashed potatoes, sliced mushrooms, steak and secret sauce of her restaurant. Pretty a american diner. Easy to make, full and warm a stomach, healthy and balance.

She likes it. Will that man like this...? Put the thought aside, Enihs placed the dish down to the customer.

"It's free. And ain't poisonous" They just see she eats it directly "I made too much, I don't wanna waste it. You don't have to eat, if you don't- want-"