He'll welcome Edgar in and motion for him to take a seat at the bar. Max is practically glowing from excitement over whatever it is he has planned. Clearly he's been looking forward to this.
"So, you remember that day when we got the avocados in the market and I told you they're used in a dish called sushi sometimes? Well, guess what?"
"Not exactly," Max admits. "Or, I should say I asked for a little help from the fae."
He's still not confident in his ability to do it right all on his own, so a little favor was used to bring it to fruition. He reaches into his refrigerator and pulls out the sushi boat fully loaded for two.
"Here is it. Some assembly was required but I think I did okay."
He sets out some chopsticks in front of Edgar and then himself, along with a plate, a small bowl, and a dark brown container of soy sauce.
Edgar stares in openmouthed wonder at the sushi boat, and then starts to laugh. "A whole boatload, yeah? Nice."
The chopsticks get a second look. "Never eaten with em, but Shen once showed us how to pick things up with them for a game ... I dunno if I remember how."
"Uh huh. Now you get it." He appreciates when his jokes are appreciated.
"Why don't you pick them up and see if it comes back to you? I can give you a little refresher course if you need it? I can't say I'm the best with them either, but I manage."
He picks up his own set and, with only a little awkwardness, demonstrates opening and closing them between his forefinger and thumb.
"If it's too much of a hassle, we can just use our fingers. That's allowed."
"Using fingers just makes sense, man," says Edgar, but he gamely picks up the chopsticks and gives it a try. The opening-and-closing motion comes back to him after a few tries.
"Anything I could practice on that won't mess up the food if I get it wrong?"
"Sure. Here." Max plunks down a small pile of something thin, pink, and pungent smelling on Edgar's plate.
"These are good to practice with. It's pickled ginger. Tastes strong, so just try a little first. But if you can pick these up, you can pick up a roll for sure."
Edgar leans forward to sniff cautiously at the pickled ginger; he knows better by now than to rely wholly on smell as an indicator of taste, but it's still a useful piece of information. Strong, as Max said, and intriguingly sharp.
He carefully maneuvers the chopsticks to tweeze up a small slice of it, and cautiously conveys it to his mouth and chews. And makes a sound of pleased exclamation through his chewing.
Oh good, Edgar is a vinegar man. Max looks so pleased.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like pickled stuff, but if you do, I've got tons of other ones for you to try some time." Like actual pickles.
"Looks like you're getting the hang of it now. Let's try a roll."
Max will gingerly maneuver a couple of different ones onto his own plate. Then he pours out a small helping of soy sauce into a side dish and demonstrates how to lightly dip them. He pops it into his mouth and moans with delight.
"Mmmm," mouth still full he says, "crab. I like crab a lot."
Oh, that's a nice sound Max just made. Edgar's briefly distracted, but it isn't hard to return his attention to the food. A piece with a filling of dark red and bright green attracts him; he fumbles his first attempt to pick it up with chopsticks, and resorts to fingers. A quick dip in the dark brown liquid, and he follows Max's example and pops the whole thing into his mouth.
His own mmm is no less wholehearted than Max's. He recognizes the flavor of the avocado, but it's combined with so many other rich textures and tastes, sweetish and rich and tangy and salty. It's like nothing he's ever put in his mouth before.
Before he's even finished chewing, he's reaching for another, this one a slab topped with bright orange. "What kind's that? And this?"
Maybe later Edgar, finish your lunch first before you go thinking of dessert.
Max, thankfully, is not as easily distracted today. He's more caught up in the current joy of showing Edgar new things. It's fun watching the myriad of expressions cross Edgar's face while he experiences all those mixed flavors and textures.
"That one is salmon. And the one you just had, I think, is tuna. The salmon one might be good with a little wasabi. Do you like spicy things?"
It might be time to introduce Edgar to the 'less is more' principal again with wasabi.
“Uh. The other kind, probably. More like this one burns in your nose a lot.” Mouth too, but he’s always felt horseradish and other such things in his nose, personally.
“See this little pile of green stuff?” Max taps a chopstick on the mound of wasabi at the edge of the boat. “That’s the spicy stuff. People sometimes put a little bit on their fish for extra flavor. I do mean a little.”
He peers at the pile of green stuff, which he realizes now he'd mistaken for more avocado. "Like how much do you mean a little? There's only a little there."
Cautiously, with one chopstick, he scoops up the tiniest dab of the green stuff -- barely enough to cover the tip of the stick -- and sniffs at it. His eyebrows go up and his nose twitches a little at the pungency, but it ... doesn't smell bad, exactly.
Another sniff, and the most cautious dab, and a pause as he rolls it around his mouth and swallows.
"... Aaaah," he says after a moment, slightly hoarse and blinking, and then sniffling hard. "Fuck me, you weren't kidding --" and he fumbles for the glass of water.
"Hold up, didn't say that --" He raises a finger, and a chopstick, in a wait-one-moment gesture while he grabs a napkin with the other hand to wipe his nose.
"It's good, it's just fuckin strong. So no by itself, but a little bit with the fish ... maybe?"
Well, well. Maybe someone is a spicy food lover after all. That gives Max some more fun ideas for later.
"Yeah. Give it a try as intended. The rice cuts the burn down a lot. Dab a little under the fish here..." Max demonstrates by peeling a plank of salmon up off a mount of rice, adding some wasabi, then putting it back. "Then enjoy.
"I really like it that way." He finishes by popping the thing in his mouth and chewing with delight. Mm. Yeah. Just the right amount of kick.
Edgar imitates the demonstration as best he can, smearing a little dab of wasabi on his own piece. "So is this instead of the brown sauce, or do you do both together?"
"That's entirely up to you," Max answers with a shrug, and with his mouth still half full.
He swallows and continues. "I think that's my favorite thing about food and flavors, it's all a completely unique experience. You get to tailor it to your own tastes."
He gets a sudden look on his face then, like a light bulb going off. "Oh, speaking of tailor, do you need help picking out your outfit for the prom?"
"Prom. That's a type of party usually thrown for teenagers by their school. People ask their dates out for it and dress up to go dance the night away." Though, he can see already where that might be a problem for Edgar.
"Daisy is throwing it and you don't have to be a teenager to go for this one. Actually, she said it's going to be '80s themed, so that means we can dress as crazy and informal as we want. The '80s were a wild time."
"Yeah, it might actually be pretty similar. Maybe with a little more formal attire and a few less games."
It might be a tiny bit like the second half of Max's birthday party too, if it's anything like a real prom, but hopefully just in the dark corners or the bathroom.
"People sometimes ask each other to go as dates to the prom too, but that's not mandatory. I'm sure Rowan, Lucas, and I will all go together as prom dates."
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He'll welcome Edgar in and motion for him to take a seat at the bar. Max is practically glowing from excitement over whatever it is he has planned. Clearly he's been looking forward to this.
"So, you remember that day when we got the avocados in the market and I told you they're used in a dish called sushi sometimes? Well, guess what?"
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"Yeah, I remember -- you said it's complicated to make and you didn't know how, so you never made it ... did you learn how?"
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He's still not confident in his ability to do it right all on his own, so a little favor was used to bring it to fruition. He reaches into his refrigerator and pulls out the sushi boat fully loaded for two.
"Here is it. Some assembly was required but I think I did okay."
He sets out some chopsticks in front of Edgar and then himself, along with a plate, a small bowl, and a dark brown container of soy sauce.
"Have you ever eaten with chopsticks before?"
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The chopsticks get a second look. "Never eaten with em, but Shen once showed us how to pick things up with them for a game ... I dunno if I remember how."
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"Why don't you pick them up and see if it comes back to you? I can give you a little refresher course if you need it? I can't say I'm the best with them either, but I manage."
He picks up his own set and, with only a little awkwardness, demonstrates opening and closing them between his forefinger and thumb.
"If it's too much of a hassle, we can just use our fingers. That's allowed."
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"Anything I could practice on that won't mess up the food if I get it wrong?"
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"These are good to practice with. It's pickled ginger. Tastes strong, so just try a little first. But if you can pick these up, you can pick up a roll for sure."
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He carefully maneuvers the chopsticks to tweeze up a small slice of it, and cautiously conveys it to his mouth and chews. And makes a sound of pleased exclamation through his chewing.
"Nice," he says happily, once he's swallowed.
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"I wasn't sure if you'd like pickled stuff, but if you do, I've got tons of other ones for you to try some time." Like actual pickles.
"Looks like you're getting the hang of it now. Let's try a roll."
Max will gingerly maneuver a couple of different ones onto his own plate. Then he pours out a small helping of soy sauce into a side dish and demonstrates how to lightly dip them. He pops it into his mouth and moans with delight.
"Mmmm," mouth still full he says, "crab. I like crab a lot."
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His own mmm is no less wholehearted than Max's. He recognizes the flavor of the avocado, but it's combined with so many other rich textures and tastes, sweetish and rich and tangy and salty. It's like nothing he's ever put in his mouth before.
Before he's even finished chewing, he's reaching for another, this one a slab topped with bright orange. "What kind's that? And this?"
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Max, thankfully, is not as easily distracted today. He's more caught up in the current joy of showing Edgar new things. It's fun watching the myriad of expressions cross Edgar's face while he experiences all those mixed flavors and textures.
"That one is salmon. And the one you just had, I think, is tuna. The salmon one might be good with a little wasabi. Do you like spicy things?"
It might be time to introduce Edgar to the 'less is more' principal again with wasabi.
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“See this little pile of green stuff?” Max taps a chopstick on the mound of wasabi at the edge of the boat. “That’s the spicy stuff. People sometimes put a little bit on their fish for extra flavor. I do mean a little.”
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Cautiously, with one chopstick, he scoops up the tiniest dab of the green stuff -- barely enough to cover the tip of the stick -- and sniffs at it. His eyebrows go up and his nose twitches a little at the pungency, but it ... doesn't smell bad, exactly.
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He fills Edgar's cup from the tap and readies it for him. Moment of truth?
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"... Aaaah," he says after a moment, slightly hoarse and blinking, and then sniffling hard. "Fuck me, you weren't kidding --" and he fumbles for the glass of water.
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He reaches for a few napkins to pass over, and let Edgar dab his nose if he needs to.
"So, is that a no on the wasabi then?"
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"It's good, it's just fuckin strong. So no by itself, but a little bit with the fish ... maybe?"
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"Yeah. Give it a try as intended. The rice cuts the burn down a lot. Dab a little under the fish here..." Max demonstrates by peeling a plank of salmon up off a mount of rice, adding some wasabi, then putting it back. "Then enjoy.
"I really like it that way." He finishes by popping the thing in his mouth and chewing with delight. Mm. Yeah. Just the right amount of kick.
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He swallows and continues. "I think that's my favorite thing about food and flavors, it's all a completely unique experience. You get to tailor it to your own tastes."
He gets a sudden look on his face then, like a light bulb going off. "Oh, speaking of tailor, do you need help picking out your outfit for the prom?"
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And, after some effort to shove most of said mouthful into one cheek, he tries again. "Outfit for what?"
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"Daisy is throwing it and you don't have to be a teenager to go for this one. Actually, she said it's going to be '80s themed, so that means we can dress as crazy and informal as we want. The '80s were a wild time."
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"Huh. Is this gonna be anything like your birthday party? I mean, the first half?"
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It might be a tiny bit like the second half of Max's birthday party too, if it's anything like a real prom, but hopefully just in the dark corners or the bathroom.
"People sometimes ask each other to go as dates to the prom too, but that's not mandatory. I'm sure Rowan, Lucas, and I will all go together as prom dates."
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think we might be able to fade out soon on this?
i think so!