Mitch let out a laugh before stifling himself in response to Ivy's question. At least he wasn't the only one who was less than enthralled by the 'salad'.
"Sorry about that," he mumbled, his hand covering his mouth before putting his hands back in his lap. "If it isn't what you want, there are other things at the table. I'm fine for jello salad, thank you."
Mitch had a certain opposition to eating food that moved around more than he did, so gelatin wasn't exactly his thing. Come to think of it, he wasn't really sure how much American cuisine was his thing. He had been to more than one diner that featured a doughnut sandwich on the menu. That's enough said there.
Mitch took a slice of lemon from his glass of water and squeezed it into the glass, dropping it in after he had practically rung the fruit dry. He took a long sip from the water. Cold and crisp. "What kind of cuisine do you guys usually eat? Any favorites?" He asked to Dark. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but clearly Ivy wasn't totally familiar with American home cooking.
"Sorry about that," he mumbled, his hand covering his mouth before putting his hands back in his lap. "If it isn't what you want, there are other things at the table. I'm fine for jello salad, thank you."
Mitch had a certain opposition to eating food that moved around more than he did, so gelatin wasn't exactly his thing. Come to think of it, he wasn't really sure how much American cuisine was his thing. He had been to more than one diner that featured a doughnut sandwich on the menu. That's enough said there.
Mitch took a slice of lemon from his glass of water and squeezed it into the glass, dropping it in after he had practically rung the fruit dry. He took a long sip from the water. Cold and crisp. "What kind of cuisine do you guys usually eat? Any favorites?" He asked to Dark. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but clearly Ivy wasn't totally familiar with American home cooking.