Arthur/Gwen Gwen goes on a health kick (a_g_doren)
Not Chicken - Arthur/Gwen - G
"What is this?" Arthur pokes the pile of… stuff… with his fork.
"Quinoa."
"Kee-what, now?"
"Quinoa. It's… well… pretend it's rice," she says. Then she serves up something that appears to be cubed chicken with some vegetables in a thin brown sauce.
Arthur sniffs. Smells like Chinese food. Okay. He pokes the chicken with his fork.
Not chicken.
"Guinevere…"
"You eat like a caveman, Arthur," she says. "A little health food isn't going to kill you."
"What is this?" he asks, holding the cube of not-chicken aloft on the end of his fork.
"Tofu."
"No."
"Try it."
Arthur gingerly sinks his teeth into the tofu. "Gah… squishy…"
"It's good. It tastes very nearly like chicken," she says. He peers at her. She's not really enjoying this, either.
"It's not so much the taste to which I object, it's the texture. You know I have texture issues," he says, washing the bite of tofu down with a generous swig of cola.
Diet cola. Ugh.
He watches as Gwen takes a forkful of quinoa and tries it. She chews thoughtfully for five seconds, then delicately deposits the lot into a napkin.
He bites the insides of his cheeks to stop the laughter threatening to burst forth.
She pushes away from the table and walks to the cupboard where they keep their takeaway menus.
"What are you doing, Guinevere?"
"Ordering us a pizza."