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[The video feed opens up to a morose looking dude in a pale blue shirt and a bland tie with it's knot loosened heavily. Looks like someone's returned from a disappointing time out.]

Ladies and gentleman, it is with a heavy heart that I bring you this terrible news: The 4.7 rated restaurant, Maison d'etre has been lying to us all. Like you, I was fooled by the high praise it was receiving on such popular food blogs as "Good Morning Viet-nom!", "Let's Taco 'Bout Food" and "Making Ends Meat" who all labelled it a culinary adventure of locally sourced food.

However! [His voice breaks halfway through the word, wavering between anger and the desperate need to cry in disappointment.] I have since eaten there and can say with complete certainty that the only culinary adventure to be found in that excuse for a restaurant is the amount of imported ingredients they have on their menu! Even their corn is imported from Ukraine. Who can't find locally sourced corn in America?! I tell you, ladies and gentleman, I am just one big D right now. Disappointed!

[A sigh that's as weighty as the world itself, and... was that a small, barely restrained sob as he quickly bows his head? At least he's quick to compose himself, straightening himself up in his chair and puffing out his chest after a deep inhale.] But it's not all bad news. I, Charles Boyle, will be sure to continue conveying these injustices to the world!

And a few weeks from now, I'll also be sharing my knowledge of food to any folks willing to learn. Watch this space for Boiled Over, an imPort cooking show in front of a small live audience, set to delight and astound. [And just like that, his previous disappointment steadily creeps towards eagerness, because cooking is awesoooome.]

I'm sorry, I'm just so excited for this opportunity! Wow, what a rollercoaster of emotions this place is!

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I'm living in Heropa housing. But I can get to any of the imPort cities. I probably need to know who you are though. Otherwise it makes meeting a lot a hard. ;) ;P

Heropa Park. The Big one. There's a hot dog vendor sells brats and italian sausage loaded with everything on the east side next to the pond. Only one with a green roof on his rig. I'll meet you there.

I'll be the one with wings.

Now?! Ok. I can do that. Wings though?! That's cool. That's super cool. You could even say it's... Super fly. lol! ;) ;)

Yeah. Now.

[Daryl didn't respond to the rest. He wasn't sure he could without being insulting. Super fly? How did Rosa put up with this?]

[Boyle does as he's told and leaves his apartment immediately. As new as he is, it's not all that hard to locate the park or this hot dog vendor either, and although he does a quick scan for wings, he doesn't look all that hard for them. He figures it'll be an easy spot.

So he waits on a nearby bench, watching the vendor with an idle sort of interest, mostly to check his practices are up to food safety standards. Charles is from New York, he can deal with dodgy hotdog vendors, but if he can avoid food poisoning, he will, kthx.]

[The vendor seemed to be an old hat at the game and did a good job. At least so far as Daryl'd been able to tell. Nothing smelled spoiled or bad and considering Daryl's enhanced sense of smell, he figured that was good enough to occasionally buy a dog on a bun with nothing on it from the man and enjoy it as best he could.

Since Boyle seemed to be against a greasy, cheap pizza, maybe he'd be okay with a braut with everything on it. Daryl hadn't had one of those for just as long as the pizza. And the smell drove him crazy any time he was in the area.

As he'd indicated when he texted, Daryl was the one with wings. They weren't very big, comparatively, each of them half again as long as his arm, but they allowed for flight and when he didn't need them, he could make them disappear. This time, they did so by appearing to 'melt' into liquid metal before evaporating into the air, leaving him dressed in his shirt and jeans and a single knife on his right hip.

He spotted Boyle easily enough and lifted his hand in a small wave to make sure he had the man's attention before he introduced himself.]

'M Daryl.

[The wings are damn easy to spot amongst the other park goers, and they're even cooler for the fact they can just disappear like that. Why didn't Charles get cool, wing melting powers? Then again, he's not sure how he'd deal with wings, so it's probably for the best.

When Daryl introduces himself, Boyle jumps to his feet, briefly considering offering out a hand to shake, but then reminding himself that, if this is another Rosa, he's best to avoid too much attempts at physical contact. He can be smart when it's to do with personal survival.]

Charles! Hi! Ready to chow down on a big ol' sausage?

[Phrasing.]

[Daryl might have been a lot like Rosa in many ways, but he wasn't against shaking hands and held his own out for Boyle to take when the man got close enough.

He also didn't react to the phrasing like it was odd in anyway. It hadn't been said in a manner meant to be innuendo, the tone upbeat and neutral, so he didn't stop to look at the man funny or anything like that. After the handshake - short and no longer than necessary - he nodded and pulled his hands back and stuffed them into his pockets.]

Yeah. Uh, one of them Italian ones with everything. I'm gonna get a plain hotdog for m'self.

[So he had something to eat while Boyle was attempting to 'share' what he tasted.]

[A hand shake! Charles gladly yanks his hand from his pocket when Daryl offers his, clasping for brief but welcome shake before release. He's doing his very best to not be weird and awkward, but that's just kind of how he exists.]

Ooh, great choice! I warn you though, this is... kind of the first time I've tried this on an actual willing partner, so you gotta communicate if it isn't working right. I've not really got any frame of reference yet...

[Said as he joins the very small line at the hotdog stand, rifling around for cash in the pocket of his slacks.]

[Daryl pulls out a small wad of cash he'd stuck in his own pocket for the purchase and slides into line in front of Boyle while the man looks for his own. He murmurs his choices to the man at the cart and pays for both. When the order comes up, he turns around and holds the sausage with everything out to Boyle and steps to the side.]

Come on, man, yer holding up the line.

[As if he was going to make Boyle pay for something he was wanting to eat. Pfft.]

Wh-- Oh, I'm sorry. [Following Daryl's lead to step aside, giving up on trying to count his money out as he's already got food being held out to him which he gladly accepts.]

Thanks! What a gentleman. Y'wanna sit down for this, buddy? [Head jerking towards the nearby bench.]

[Daryl has to pause and process that comment for a second. Standing there blinking and looking more than a little dumbfounded. Was the little guy making a joke? He didn't seem insincere in how he said it, but still... Daryl'd had more than his fair share of people jerking his chain around in a lifetime. And 'gentleman' had never really been used for anything but sarcasm when it came to him.

He waited a little longer for the shoe to drop, but Boyle still looked like he was being completely complimentary and intending to be. So unless he was somehow an amazing actor...

Daryl grunted and nodded, then moved to the bench. He sat down on the end farthest from the vendor to try and reduce notice from as many people as possible while he looked over his own hot dog. He really hoped this worked because it was damn hard to get a good, decent tasting meal with his 'problem'.]

Ready, I guess.

[No sarcasm here, just a guy who genuinely called Daryl a gentleman for buy his food for him. When you have a best friend who literally never has any money on him, paying for everything becomes the norm and anything else is considered super rare and nice.]

Okay! I really hope this works for you.

[And he's genuine about that to, just sat next a guy he barely knows, about to taste stuff for him and hoping against hope that he can help improve his happiness, even if it's just for a few, taste filled seconds.

Charles' takes a shamelessly big bite, eyes closing and taking a slow inhale as if he's trying to focus down on that taste sensation, he chews slow, savours it, and accompanies it with a few approving "mm!"s. It might take a while to sink in, but hopefully Daryl will start to feel the flavour sink in, each component of the sausage and all it's added garnish, exactly like if he was eating it himself. Boyle's got a pretty impressive palette and an uncanny ability to pick up on each ingredient in there, so it should be a damn fine tasting!]

[Daryl bit into his dog shortly after Boyle took his own bite. He kept his head down and waited. It wasn't long before the man's power kicked in and Good Lord. He was pretty sure he let out a moan but for a split second while he tasted every last little bit of the fully loaded Italian sausage he didn't care. It felt like forever since he'd tasted anything normal and that would have been enough. But he got so much more than that. Every last little subtle bit of it came through in ways that would have overpowered him with his enhanced sense of taste.

The flavor overwhelmed the hot dog he was eating and gave the illusion that he was chewing on the sausage instead. It was a good idea to have grabbed it cause otherwise he probably would have bit his own tongue trying to take another bite.

Halfway through, he managed to get a couple words out before he was back to digging into the hot dog in time with Boyle's own chewing.]

Holy shit, man. We gotta do this with everything.

I am right there with you, buddy!

[An eager nod of agreement. One may think Boyle doesn't exactly get much of of this, beyond getting a free hotdog, but this sharing of food is as important to him as tasting things is to Daryl. Charles considers himself more than lucky to be able to do something like this, to share his joy of eating with the world, and allow those less fortunate to enjoy tastes once more.

He tucks into the rest of the meal steadily, savouring but not dragging it out too much, checking that Daryl's keeping up and still enjoying it without too much staring, because hey, Boyle can learn to be socially acceptable sometimes.]

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