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[mezzo_giorno]

[Romano looks not pleased when the camera switches on, holding up something that looks like a typical school cafeteria food tray.]I've been trying to find anything useful since yesterday, and all they have here is this damn stupid stuff they call food. Has anyone seen a properly equipped kitchen in this place? Those jerkfaces don't really expect us

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[darc_nidellia]

What the hell does it matter? Food is food, you should be glad that they're feeding us at all...

[mezzo_giorno]

Only someone with no tastebuds at all would call this food. Calling it that is an insult to every sentient being.

[His brother actually rather starved than eating out of the trashcan, and cryed when he ate not perfect food that someone gave to him upon seeing that... And he is no different about that.]

[darc_nidellia]

*Snorts derisively* You sound like a fucking spoiled brat. Try going a week without food, then let me here you say that again...

[Darc was pretty much starved by his owner to make him more 'obedient'...he'll eat anything he's given, including raw meat!! o_O]

[mezzo_giorno]

[I can totally imagine Romano eating raw meat. If it is first class Sashimi and nicely arranged. /sob why so picky

Also, he actually knows the starving thing. Has been through his own share of famines, like almost all nations. Though he is less troubled by it than a lot of other nations, especially since he has Sicily.] I rather eat nothing at all than "food" that makes me damn sick.

[heavens_schism]

But there's so much of it, and we don't have to go hunting to get it!

[mezzo_giorno]

I'd rather go hunting and then cook it myself.

[A bit confused, though.] ...Where are your parents?

[heavens_schism]

[A slightly hurt look]

Why do people keep asking that?

[mezzo_giorno]

Because a kid like you shouldn't be running around alone.

[de_bel_survivor]

Are you going to cook?

[mezzo_giorno]

If I could find a kitchen.

[de_bel_survivor]

Good luck finding it, though we shouldn't waste the food they prepared already.

[mezzo_giorno]

That's not damn food.

[future_hatsune]

[Miku hasn't really eaten lately, since the food doesn't seem that good and she doesn't need to eat anyway. So hearing this mysterious man with an interest in her wanting to get better food gives her an idea.]

Oh, that's really a shame. Will you let me know if any leeks turn up?

[mezzo_giorno]

[That request surprises him, but he smiles for her nonetheless and nods.]

Sure, I'll keep an eye out for it. ...Why?

[future_hatsune]

[She shrugs.]

Oh, you know, I just like them. If I don't have some once a week life starts to lose a little bit of its meaning.

[mezzo_giorno]

I'll do my best for you, Signorina.

Have you ever tried pizza or pasta?

[sorriso_rondine]

There's no sushi... Or milk...

[Yamamoto thinks that if you're going to kidnap him and plunk him somewhere, you should be nice enough to at least give him his favourite food and drink. How was he going to stay healthy for baseball?]

[mezzo_giorno]

There's only goddamn American grease. [Not anymore pleased than you with the choice of food. Though he probably wants to see something completely different from what Yamamoto wants to see.]

[sorriso_rondine]

... Do those packages from the vending machines contain anything worthwhile?...

[mezzo_giorno]

Not if you're looking for food.