|| continued for @gloomyserenity ||
Charles watches comfortably with his legs crossed, eyes watching the food shift from one person to himself with slow movements. He puts the cup in his hands down as he watches the food for a long time, poking jovially at some of it, before giving a shrug and taking it upon his fork.
“Most things can be edible if you believe in yourself,” He chuckles and pops the food into his mouth, chewing with little to no visible cues of revulsion, “Or if you stop being picky.” The words are accompanied with a wave of his fork.
“Though, if you say you didn’t like it, I’m sure they’d prepare you something more suited to your...tastes.” A coy, mocking smile as he bites into more of the ridiculous plate, “Let me guess, something softer on the taste buds?”
