[ He didn't hesitate to flop down once the man gestured for him to sit down, after settling he reached over and started picking things up one by one and sniffing them. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude, but there was way too much to choose from. ]

So you cook, you do art and you have a friend named Germany?

[ There was a bit of a whistle as he shrugged, picking up something and shoving it in his mouth. He hadn't really been paying attention to what it was, but whatever it had been it was fucking delicious. ]

And you're good at it, what the hell? Are all the country people like you?