[ He accepts the offer without further hesitation, delighted at the prospect of yet more new things for him to trial, even if a lot of the food of this world has been really hit and miss. A fry is taken, sniffed, then chomped down on as his nose scrunches thoughtfully. Whew, that's a lot of salt though, why does literally everything around here just taste of salt or sugar? A true mystery of the modern world. ]

Hm, puzzlingly crunchy yet soggy at the same time. And somehow extremely moreish. Is everything fried around here? Certainly seems that way, although I'm not adverse to it...