[The look of disgust on his face makes it clear his opinion on jello salads. He might have lived through the sixties, but he wasn't spending much time with Aziraphale, then, and that's the only reason he tends to eat. So he missed a lot of the trends, the first time around.]
I think I'm impressed you managed to set it on fire. [He's still... not entirely grasping the concept. Why is there powder involved?
The question confuses him for a second, but after glancing down at his food, he puts two and two together.] Ehh, s'fine. Just not big on eating and talking.
[It's more that he feels strangely self-conscious about eating, especially in front of near strangers. Sharing a meal strikes him as being far too intimate a thing, to do around people he doesn't know that well.]
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I think I'm impressed you managed to set it on fire. [He's still... not entirely grasping the concept. Why is there powder involved?
The question confuses him for a second, but after glancing down at his food, he puts two and two together.] Ehh, s'fine. Just not big on eating and talking.
[It's more that he feels strangely self-conscious about eating, especially in front of near strangers. Sharing a meal strikes him as being far too intimate a thing, to do around people he doesn't know that well.]