"Brody thinks it tastes like a lemon, but I think it tastes more like a kiwi. So, we thought, maybe you would like to try it, and then you could tell us which one is right." Park held out a hard, green fruit.
"Neither one of you has eaten it, and you want me to find out if it tastes bad," Mikey said.
"Told you he wouldn't fall for it." Brody started to turn away.
Mikey knew what people said about him. "Make Mikey do it! Mikey will eat anything." He was nothing if not a man of reputation. He took the fruit out of Park's hand and bit off a chunk, rind and all, chewing slowly to get a good sense of what he was eating.
"So? Lemon or kiwi?" Park asked.
Mikey gave it a long thought. "Neither. It tastes like chicken."
Park and Brody shared a look as they tried to decide if that was good or bad.
"Do you like it?"
"I like it." Mikey confirmed.
They picked out a fruit of their own and sliced it in half with a knife, each nibbling a piece. Brody retched loudly. Park tried to gasp for air and chug water at the same time, spitting up and spilling as much water down her front as down her throat. TJ looked up at the noise and hurried over to help Park stop choking.
"What happened?" She asked both of them.
Neither of them could speak well enough to explain, so she looked over at where Mikey was calmly standing aside.
"What did you do?" TJ yelled at him.
"Nothing!" He protested, laughing.
Sometimes it's better not to trust the guy who will eat anything.