"Just try it," Hermione insisted.
Viktor prodded uneasily at the triangular piece of he-didn't-know-what sitting on his plate. When he had come in from Bulgaria to visit Hermione in her flat, he'd expected to stay for dinner, but not this dinner.
Could this even be called dinner?
"Vhat is this?" he asked, for the eighth time.
"I told you, Viktor," Hermione sighed. "It's called pizza. It's an Italian food. Ron and I tried some a while ago. It's very nice."
"I vill take your vord for it?" Viktor asked hopefully. Hermione sighed yet again.
"Please, Viktor, just try it. It's delicious."
Viktor looked around for a fork and knife, then noticed there weren't any. "How do you eat this... pizza?"
"With your hands." Hermione demonstrated. "Go on."
Viktor hesitated. Hermione threw up her hands in exasperation. "How can you fly about a thousand feet straight up into the air and get smacked repeatedly with Bludgers and still manage to be one of the best Seekers ever and not be able to try a new food?"
"You think that I am vun of the best Seekers ever?"
"Oh, you!" Hermione flushed, smiling helplessly as Viktor gave her a sly wink. "Just try the pizza already."
Viktor cautiously lifted the pizza, shut his eyes, and bit off the end. He chewed gingerly, swallowed, and put the pizza down.
"So?" Hermione said eagerly .
"It is... different," Viktor said thoughtfully. "It is not bad."
"Well, then," Hermione replied cheerfully. "Why don't you eat the rest of it before it gets cold?"
Viktor set to.