Post by Erek Blackmore on Aug 24, 2017 2:09:17 GMT -5
Erek arched a brow as she responded in Dali, and explained herself quickly enough-- he simply grunted, it wasn't that uncommon for "oddities" to be smart, usually it was just in a different way than most people were. In this case it seemed that her linguistic skills were above-par, something he could relate too-- though part of his own talent in that field was due to how frequently he studied and focused on those details as much as possible. There was never a moment where Erek wasn't attempting to better himself-- he had always been that way, other peoples hobbies were something relaxing and calm-- his usually involved training, or studying of some sort.
Probably not great for his long-term health, but he didn't exactly expect that he was going to live that long anyway. Glancing at her as she thanked him, Erek gave a soft chuckle before inclining his head in agreement, "You're more than welcome-- I'm glad you like it so far," he replied simply before he would contemplate her words. Slowly, he would shrug, his own opinion was far blunter and even more unforgiving than her own had been it would seem.
"I'm of the opinion that anyone should be allowed to drink, no matter the age-- as long as they've been told of the risks beforehand. If some kid wants to chug alcohol and wants to earn the money required to buy it and knows that it's going to fuck his brain and liver up-- then that's his call. Natural selection at its finest-- people have become weak. Someone with common sense and a shred of self-preservation will realize that's a bad idea." Sipping from his drink once more, he would allow a slight smirk to form at her dislike of beer.
"I don't mind it. But then I like bitter things-- and that's basically all beer is." Leaning back a bit on the stool to stretch his muscles, he nodded in agreement as she called the drink good. "It's a personal favorite of mine, it's called an "Old Fashioned". I like them and "Irish Coffee"." As he stated this he would take another sip of the drink, before grunting at her question and rotating his finger in a circle.
"Flip it, on the back-- it's called the house special." There on the back was a dish that was basically a whole lamb, fur removed, gutted and cleaned, then stuffed full of the edible guts, ground up with herbs, spices, and rice-- cooked on a spit. Served over a bed of vegetables and rice, with several sauces." He grinned a bit, "Usually I eat what I can and take the rest back to the boys-- but I think between us we can finish it off, we're both hungry as hell after all." He didn't seem to care about the price-- which was over four thousand Afghan Afghani, instead, he simply sipped his drink and smirked.
"Ever had lamb before?" He didn't take her for the picky type-- but he supposed if she wasn't up for it she could always order something herself. He was quite fond of it, however, it wasn't like he came her overly frequently, and having a real meal was a hell of a lot better than the shit that they ate and prayed was mostly edible in the DFAC.
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Probably not great for his long-term health, but he didn't exactly expect that he was going to live that long anyway. Glancing at her as she thanked him, Erek gave a soft chuckle before inclining his head in agreement, "You're more than welcome-- I'm glad you like it so far," he replied simply before he would contemplate her words. Slowly, he would shrug, his own opinion was far blunter and even more unforgiving than her own had been it would seem.
"I'm of the opinion that anyone should be allowed to drink, no matter the age-- as long as they've been told of the risks beforehand. If some kid wants to chug alcohol and wants to earn the money required to buy it and knows that it's going to fuck his brain and liver up-- then that's his call. Natural selection at its finest-- people have become weak. Someone with common sense and a shred of self-preservation will realize that's a bad idea." Sipping from his drink once more, he would allow a slight smirk to form at her dislike of beer.
"I don't mind it. But then I like bitter things-- and that's basically all beer is." Leaning back a bit on the stool to stretch his muscles, he nodded in agreement as she called the drink good. "It's a personal favorite of mine, it's called an "Old Fashioned". I like them and "Irish Coffee"." As he stated this he would take another sip of the drink, before grunting at her question and rotating his finger in a circle.
"Flip it, on the back-- it's called the house special." There on the back was a dish that was basically a whole lamb, fur removed, gutted and cleaned, then stuffed full of the edible guts, ground up with herbs, spices, and rice-- cooked on a spit. Served over a bed of vegetables and rice, with several sauces." He grinned a bit, "Usually I eat what I can and take the rest back to the boys-- but I think between us we can finish it off, we're both hungry as hell after all." He didn't seem to care about the price-- which was over four thousand Afghan Afghani, instead, he simply sipped his drink and smirked.
"Ever had lamb before?" He didn't take her for the picky type-- but he supposed if she wasn't up for it she could always order something herself. He was quite fond of it, however, it wasn't like he came her overly frequently, and having a real meal was a hell of a lot better than the shit that they ate and prayed was mostly edible in the DFAC.
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