Title: Delicacy
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG13
Warnings:If anyone has issues with moving food…
Edward grimaced. In front of him rested a plate with the most uninviting salad he'd seen; and he hated salads, so that was a notable achievement. He looked at the vegetables, feeling the tea he'd drunk a moment earlier rising in his throat, a bit sourer than he recalled it, as they moved.
Next to him, Roy chuckled. "It's supposed to be a delicacy."
Ed swallowed. "I'm not delicate. I ain't touching this."
"It's just an octopus – "
"And it's still alive! I'm not touching this," he repeated.
"It's dead. Cut into pieces."
"AND MOVING. Not eating this!"
"Suit yourself…"
