▲ + what's your favorite foods?
Land only offered a glance at the question, his eyes returning to watch the absent-minded work his fingers executed.
Food was rarely something Land thought about; a necessity and after years of being deprived of it, he learned to eat whatever was handed to him. There was a point he ate bugs for a source of protein. He had his preferences, of course, things cold and sweet but he could never afford it and when he could, it wasn’t worth the money. For Ephriam to be asking, he probably had some kind of plan to ‘surprise’ Land. That’s what Land figured anyway. It still didn’t change the fact that Land felt like a straight answer was a betrayal of his person.
After a long pause, he graced Ephriam with an answer. “Anything fresh.” He sniffed, the air rushing in through one nostril as if to break down any importance his words might have; add a casualness to them. “Have anything rotten and I’ll eat that too.”