[partner :: @freakxevergreen]
Food was everything to Oliver. While he wished he could detangle himself from it often, more often than not he ended up always having food stuffed in his pocket or a bag. The simplest reason being he got really ill if he didn’t eat quite often. That was why he was, once again, in the food tent picking over the food that was put out for everyone to eat. He couldn’t help but salivate over the chicken that was out. It smelled garlicky and quite delicious. He was about to reach for a piece when he heard a question.
“Do you prefer breast or leg?”
He blinked, looking slowly over at the smaller woman talking to him. Even though he had just been reaching for chicken, the question caught him off guard and his mind went to other places. She was an attractive woman, but his mind was already on someone else. “Uh....?”
It then dawned on him what she was talking about and he gave a kind of dumb sounding laugh. “Ahh, thighs actually! They have the best flavor and don’t get as dry as the breast does,” He responded, shrugging before working to load his plate with food. “You?”