Mayonnaise! [ Matthew--who is, to quote: a golden, indiscriminate pit into which the world [throws] food--does not get queasy, but he laughs aloud because that is indeed one of the more bizarre things he's ever heard. He's definitely not laughing at her, though; just... the mayo thing.
With his plate now full he doesn't even wait to sit down at one of the available tables in the eating area. He takes a bite of the broccoli pizza first, lifting the plate up close to his chin. ]
What kinda stereotypes?
[ He asks around the mouthful of food, struggling with the thick, stringy cheese that refuses to break away from the original slice. It should be noted that Matthew is wholesome and earnest and cute and this 'talking with his mouth full' business isn't as off-putting as it could be. ]
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With his plate now full he doesn't even wait to sit down at one of the available tables in the eating area. He takes a bite of the broccoli pizza first, lifting the plate up close to his chin. ]
What kinda stereotypes?
[ He asks around the mouthful of food, struggling with the thick, stringy cheese that refuses to break away from the original slice. It should be noted that Matthew is wholesome and earnest and cute and this 'talking with his mouth full' business isn't as off-putting as it could be. ]