[Voice]

[thelastb1]

[A robotic, yet expressive voice speaks over the radio.]

If I could just ask everybody following this Convoy, for no particular reason...

What's your favorite food?

[There's a pause, before he adds]

Unless you're Akihiko. If you're Akihiko, stop listening. [He means that last part in a sort of tongue-in-cheek way, except that he has neither of those things.]

Comments

voice

[flowersnjunk]

Don't really got one. Grub's grub at the end of the day, innit? Just so long as it's nice and hot, right off the cooker!

Voice

[guidemyway]

Cookies-

No, Strawberries.

No, double chocolate sundae with sprinkles, caramel, peanuts, hot fudge!

No, bacon!

Wait- This isn't fair! You can't just make me choose something like this!

[thelastb1]

Hey now, food's not just grub. There's snacks. There's cuisine. There's refreshments. There are other categories to this, and the distinctions are important!

[thelastb1]

Hey, I didn't mean you had to pick just one!

voice

[bufudine]

[...Ok he has to know.]

What did Akihiko do?

voice

[hexrot]

[ this grizzly voice sounds mildly better than the last time roger's heard it, deep and scraping but affectionate around the edges, no pauses: ]

My mother's winter stew.

[flowersnjunk]

There's grub, there's grub, and there's grub, ya mean?

[The shit-eating grin is heavily implied.]

voice

[faceguy]

Pizza!

[Easiest question he’s ever been asked.]

[airskate]

Popcorn.

[undyingcrow]

I'm rather curious what Sanada-san did to warrant such a direct comment.

[...]

Was it the pancakes?

[thelastb1]

Woah, hold on, it's not like he did anything. [At least that Roger is aware of. It certainly isn't his intention to put Akihiko's reputation under attack here.]

But we're enemies now. I can't have him cribbing off my research here.

[thelastb1]

What was that like?

[There is a pleasant tone to his voice hearing Jayce's sound better. Despite how quick he was to leave their conversation, he bears Jayce no ill will.]

[guidemyway]

Then how many can I pick?

[thelastb1]

No. [His tone is neutral, but he draws out all two letters of the word just slightly.]

Besides, you have to have some kind of preference. [Even he has favorites among the things he can "eat," so to speak, and he's a droid.]

[bufudine]

[The way it's said, the situation doesn't seem serious. Like a playful joke.]

How did you become enemies?

[It feels like there's a story here.]

[thelastb1]

[Ah, pizza. The dish that, it is said, united all people of the galaxy in their love of. Unfortunate that Roger is unable to taste it, to form an opinion on it for himself. Still, he's no stranger to making it.]

Well that's pretty vague. What kind? What toppings?

[thelastb1]

Good choice. [At least, he imagines so.] That's a fun one to make, too.

[thelastb1]

How did you know? [It's not necessarily surprising, anyone could talk to Akihiko and know about their competition. Still, the implication that he responded with no knowledge of the situation and simply guessed that Akihiko making pancakes was the inciting incident seems impressive.]

[thelastb1]

I'd limit it to two hundred and fifty-five, at most.

[thelastb1]

We're opponents in a cooking competition. Naturally, I have to look for every advantage I can find.

[hexrot]

Savory, with hot spice at the end of a swallow. The kind that warms you down to your marrow.

[ if you have bones... ]

She'd put in vegetables, pieces of meat, let it simmer for hours . . . It's simple enough, but I never got it tasting the same way.

[undyingcrow]

I saw the stacks of pancakes, each filled with whatever he could scavenge, even if it meant putting jerky inside.

[But at least Akechi didn't have to eat those ones. No, he had the more mundane chocolate-filled variety.]

Voice

[solitarysoul]

...I always liked it when we got chocolate with our rations.

[It was rare, but that's what made it a treat.]

[flowersnjunk]

[H E H]

My preference is that I'll eat anything if it's hot and fresh! Nothin' worse than a pot that's been sittin' out all day gettin' all cold and stiff. Blech!

[thelastb1]

[Roger cannot taste anything that humans can, but he has worked hard over the decades so that the concept of flavor still has meaning to him. Trying to get objective descriptions of tastes out of the humans he knows, and then creating analogues out of his own experiences. As well as writing algorithms in his mind to determine how to create meals with mixtures of flavors palatable to organic appetites. He thinks he is able to get an idea based on Jayce's description. The metaphor is particularly helpful, despite his lack of bone marrow.]

Wish the Freemakers would talk about my cooking that way sometimes. [There's a wistful nostalgia in how he complains about his family's own lack of wistful nostalgia.]