After a long day of work, Bingsfos, Holand, and Prydz were all relaxing before shedtime. Prydz had already fallen asleep, leaving Bingsfos and Holand to themselves. They had gone to the subject of food, as earlier that day, Holand had been scolded for taking a bite out of a tourists treat.
"What's the best food?" Bingsfos asked. Holand thought.
"Steak. Meat in general. It's all so tasty! Food is one of my favorite things." Holand said.
"Well it must be, since you don't mind getting into trouble for taking some…" Bingsfos said.
"Hey, that guy was holding it right in front of my face, I thought he was offering me a sample." Holand said innocently. Bingsfos thought.
"I'm not sure what my favorite food is. I get treats sometimes, but I haven't tried as much as you have." he said. Holand smiled.
"Never be afraid to try things, you never know what might taste good!" he said. Bingsfos looked at him for a moment, then leaned over as far as he could, licking Holands side. The green steamer startled, looking at him in confusion.
"Did… did you just lick me?" he asked. Bingsfos grimaced as the taste on his tongue was not pleasant.
"You said anything might taste good…" he said, keeping his tongue out of his mouth, as if the air would clean it. "You taste like dirt and soot. I don't get what Prydz means when she says she likes how you taste…" Bingsfos grumbled, moving his tongue around.
Holand couldn't stifle a laugh.
"Well, that's not quite what she means… just stick to foods, I think you'll find better tastes there." he said.
"Maybe I'll try fish next, if I can get anyone to give me some." Bingsfos decided.
"Your funeral, fish is gross…" Holand said, closing his eyes. Bingsfos decided to make that observation for himself, closing his eyes as well. Both went to sleep, dreaming about food that night.