feed him

lights up, stomach still rumbling.

glad to have a completely new set of taste buds to try out Haggis on. 'It's a Scottish speciality,' he tells the Prussian, handing him a plate mounded with haggis, turnips and potatoes.

eyes the plate with mild scepcism. "What is that? No offense, but it doesn't look... like it's supposed to be eaten."

insists it's edible, 'It's good mate. Just eat it, eh? Beggers can't be choosers and stuff, right?'

*Beggars.

huffs a little, but eventually picks up the fork and shoves some haggis onto it, lifting it to his mouth. "Fine, I'll try it out. Can't be that bad, I guess."

nods, 'Francis has even ate it.' Which is true...

already survived Arthur's food, and considering other people's reaction to that, he should very well be able to stomach nearly anything. He takes a bite, humming a little to himself as he chews and swallows.

waits for his judgement, looking rather tense as he crosses his arms. It's the only thing he can cook properly so...

grins a little at him, before taking another, larger bite. "Mmmhm~!"

grins widely, patting Gilbert on the back. 'You have taste mate!' Gilbert has just made himself a friend and drinking buddy for life.

nearly chokes on the food as Gregory pats him, but quickly swallows the mouthful to avoid it, and snickers happily. "It's pretty good!" he exclaims, before proceeding to shovel down some more.

beams, rather proud of himself. 'Do you want some whisky to go with that?'

lights up again. "Definitely!" the albino responds quickly, inbetween mouthfuls.

goes to grab a bottle, returning with two glasses which clink as he puts them down. 'I'll give you another bottle of this if you can outdrink me.' It's almost a challenge... a revenge of sorts after losing to_

Germany when they were drinking beer.