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."
"I know. I know." Max says in response to that look. "You don't have to wear formal attire. There's other stuff you can wear instead. I can help you pick something out."
The subject of Edgar and dates is a... delicate one still, he knows. Max is trying to get a read on where his friend is at on that. This time, though, he won't couch it in some other excuse.
"Dunno." He shrugs, reaching for another piece with tuna and avocado in it so he won't have to look right at Max. "Do I need to go with someone, or could I just meet up with people there?"
Max tries really hard to suppress the bright expression in his eyes when Edgar asks that but he just can't do it. So, Edgar might be a little sweet on Ren, huh?
"Yeah, dude. I'm pretty sure Ren's gonna come. And if she does, you should ask her to dance. It looked to me like the two of you hit it off pretty well before."
"Uh-huh. Well, it's a small city so I'd say the odds of running into each other, at the dance or otherwise, are pretty good." Act all you want, Edgar, Max isn't fooled.
"Absolutely. I'd love to help you pick something out."
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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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"Course you will," he says to that last, maybe a little too lightly. "I dunno, though, I haven't got anybody to go with."
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The subject of Edgar and dates is a... delicate one still, he knows. Max is trying to get a read on where his friend is at on that. This time, though, he won't couch it in some other excuse.
"Is there someone you might consider asking?"
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"No, you don't have to go with anyone. You'll see people you know there and have a good time with or without any official dates."
He leans forward a little aiming to catch Edgar's eye, "I'll save at least one dance for you. How does that sound?"
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And pauses, and asks in the idlest possible tone: "Think Ren might show up?"
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"Yeah, dude. I'm pretty sure Ren's gonna come. And if she does, you should ask her to dance. It looked to me like the two of you hit it off pretty well before."
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And as he dunks the sushi in soy sauce: "So yeah, think you could help me pick out something to wear?"
think we might be able to fade out soon on this?
"Absolutely. I'd love to help you pick something out."
i think so!
And he rushes the piece of sushi into his mouth before it can drip on his wrist.