I couldn't be all that picky. [ even before that though, childe had eaten whatever. his family had a lot of mouths to feed, so whatever they could afford is what he ate. and then when he went on the run, well, food was few and far between, so once again he didn't have much of a choice. ] I was given whatever they decided to serve that day. Slop or otherwise. Hah, ...not everybody has the opportunity to appreciate food. Sometimes surviving is all that matters.

[ he shakes his head. ] I don't have a preference. I wouldn't even know where to begin. [ besides some russian dishes, and he doubts any restaurant serving that is going to be in the good parts of town. ] Are we stopping for food first? [ he did get taken out of his cell before he had a chance to eat, so he is hungry. ]