[ He can hear his mother aghast at the thought of him eating rare red meat in his head. Hm, maybe that's why he never liked steak. The woman overcooked everything she tried to make.
He sniffs and looks down at it, picking up the knife and fork. (He holds them very proper, like he was taught.) ] Fish, huh? [ He blinks. ] So would sushi work? [ That suddenly sounds absolutely delightful.
So he tucks into the food, figuring out he can just... tear the meat with the fork instead of having to cut it with the knife. Huh. Before he knows it he's cleaned his plate and he feels satisfied enough that he's not even aghast at it. ]
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He sniffs and looks down at it, picking up the knife and fork. (He holds them very proper, like he was taught.) ] Fish, huh? [ He blinks. ] So would sushi work? [ That suddenly sounds absolutely delightful.
So he tucks into the food, figuring out he can just... tear the meat with the fork instead of having to cut it with the knife. Huh. Before he knows it he's cleaned his plate and he feels satisfied enough that he's not even aghast at it. ]