that dangerous.

agrees.

"Oh, hello. Dinner will be ready shortly."

if he just puts some maple syrup on it, it will taste fine!

doesn't want dinner if Arthur's cooking it.

"What's with the faces? I'm sure it will turn out fine; it always does."

Arthur should stop cooking.

agrees.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy this." Even though there's smoke coming out of the kitchen.

he won't get any better if he doesn't at least practice...

gags. "Non, I think not."

stares at the smoke. "...Nien, I would rather starve."

"Nonsense! You mustn't starve yourself, and a good host always feeds his guests."

raises an eyebrow. "With you cooking? You would be killing your guests."

"Nobody has died from my cooking; I myself eat it every day, and I'm still alive."

"That is because you have no taste buds."

snaps back. "I do have taste buds, and they say my food is delicious!"

snorted. "They must be screwed up taste buds then."

, "I believe yours are the ones that are screwed up, Snail-Eater."

shook his head. "Non, my cuisine is some of the best in the world~"

looks at him funny. "You can't possibly believe that."

blinks nodding. "Of course I do~ So does half of the world~"

"What half of the world?"

"Dunno~ but I know my food is famous over in America~"

"You mean, the same nation that considers hamburgers a delicacy? Congratulations -- your cooking is right on par with hamburgers."

rolled his eyes. "Non not like that. I mean as a fine dining establishment~ Italy's food is pretty well known too~"

"That doesn't surprise me, but seriously, yours?"

The fire alarm goes off. "Now, if you'll excuse me, dinner is finished cooking."

runs to the kitchen and brings out what is anybody's guess; its only distinguishing feature is that it's jet black and smoking.

"Dinner is served." He puts portions in front of his guests and himself.

snorted. "You see, normal *good* food, should not have to set the fire alarm off..." He made a face looking at the charred food.

"Whether or not it sets off the fire alarm is not an indication of whether or not it's good. Now, eat up before it gets cold."

glared at the stuff on his plate, and picked up a fork and started poking at it. "Mon Dieu... its as hard as a rock..."

"I do admit, it's a bit tough, but it will be worth it once you sink your teeth into it."

looked up at him. "You are crazy if you call *this* burnt thing good cooking."

"It's still better than your snails."

blinked at him, then looked down at whatever was sitting on his plate. "Non... I do think this is *far* worse. What is this anyways?" -

he was almost afraid to ask.

"I'm not surprised you wouldn't know that it's meat pie."

looked down at it, raising an eyebrow. "Meat pie...? This looks like a lump of coal."

"That is where you're wrong. Go ahead; cut it open." Even though the inside is no better.

"If... you are saying the inside is no better... then that means there is something wrong with this food."

"I never said that. In fact, the inside may be even better." ((The spoken part ended with "cut it open.))

[orz;;; I fail at reading tonight ] He snorted trying to cut the burnt so called *meat pie* open to check it out.

((It's okay.)) He says, "As you can see, it's perfectly normal food."

got his knife stuck. "Oi, so perfect that I can't cut through it." he rolled his eyes.

"Just as expected from a wimp."

struggles greatly but manages to cut his. "It just takes a bit of muscle."

snorts. After a few minutes he finally cut the darn thing, exposing a nasty burnt smell coming from inside. "Oi... I am not eating this."

"And what exactly is wrong with it?" He finally gives up on formalities and eats it, enjoying it as if it was actually edible.

cringes a little watching him actually eat this *thing* "What is wrong with it? What isnt wrong with it is what you should be asking."

continues eating it, though making sure not to talk with "food" in his mouth. "It tastes all right to me."

almost can't watch him eat this. "...There is something wrong with this..."

"Indeed; it's not in your stomach."

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"I do not want it in my stomach....I would probably throw it back up anyway." He said making a face. [<3333 ]

scowls. "You mean, like I do when I eat your snails?"

frowned. "There is nothing wrong with my snails! I do not even think you have tried them~"

"I have, and they were disgusting. I can't believe you eat that shit!" He'd never admit he actually likes them.

((*gags*))

snorted. "I can assure you they are *so much better* then anything you have ever cooked, and will cook."

((I've never tried them, though I'm pretty open to new food.))

"How could those slimy, disgusting things be even the slightest bit delicious?"

blinks. "If they are prepared right they are quite delicious~"

"The only way to 'prepare them right' is to not prepare them at all."

'Well, you can eat them like that too, if you prefer~" He said smirking.

"And to not serve them as food, which they are not."

"What is that one thing you eat...Haggis is it? Now that should not be eaten."

"Indeed; if you want to talk about lousy cooking, my brother has the worst cooking imaginable!"

"You eat it too don't you?"

"Only when I'm forced to." He doesn't want to think about it.

made a face. "And you say snails are bad?"

"Haggis being simply awful does not make snails good."

nods. "I think it does~ Well snails are good to begin with.....so that doesn't matter if Haggis is good or not.~"

"Snails are meant to crawl about in the dirt, not to be consumed as food."

"And sheep's stomach is supposed to stay in a sheep."

"That I agree with."

snorts. "I am glad we agree on something. I suppose."

"Indeed; at least we do have something we can agree on: Scotland's cooking is absolute rubbish."