He shifted awkwardly, eyes cast a little down, almost looking at Amos's throat instead of his face. He'd tried about six different ways of doing this, in the mirror, resenting the fact that he couldn't just talk it out with the Roci, despite the fact that she'd have about the same amount of advice as the mirror did. But it all fled his head anyway. He glanced down at the plate in his hands, and then held it out. ]
Tried about thirty six damn times to make lasagna. [ Seriously, he'd spent about five hours down there. ] Whatever the hell this is, it ain't that, but it's - it's the closest I could get it to come to. Basically just... Tastes like soy bean paste in some kind of salty sauce, but it - if you close your eyes, the texture's almost right.
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[ Solid start there, cowboy. Real damn smooth.
Idjit.
He shifted awkwardly, eyes cast a little down, almost looking at Amos's throat instead of his face. He'd tried about six different ways of doing this, in the mirror, resenting the fact that he couldn't just talk it out with the Roci, despite the fact that she'd have about the same amount of advice as the mirror did. But it all fled his head anyway. He glanced down at the plate in his hands, and then held it out. ]
Tried about thirty six damn times to make lasagna. [ Seriously, he'd spent about five hours down there. ] Whatever the hell this is, it ain't that, but it's - it's the closest I could get it to come to. Basically just... Tastes like soy bean paste in some kind of salty sauce, but it - if you close your eyes, the texture's almost right.