@sethhatter liked for a starter ; status: accepting.
“tell me again, how am i suppose to thoroughly enjoy eating this?”
his eyes glanced at the meal in front of him on the table, obvious disgust on his face from just how..weird it looked to him. if it weren’t for him opening his big mouth the last time they spoke, he would have never been in this predicament -- and, the smell that was invading his nose at the current time was enough to make him wish he had some kind of contraption that could make him reverse the time. as fast as possible.
“tell me again why i had to tell you i didn’t know what a scotch egg was..?” with a tone that could make even anyone take a second glance at him, considering how much it had an underlying hint of anger, scarcasm, and everything in between, he picked up the fork and pushed it around on his plate.
