The question gives him pause, primarily because there is little that truly repulses him--but then all at once he recalls all the lackluster, sorry excuse for sustenance that pre-imperial Garlemald had to suffer. Not that it was their fault they had to prioritize survival over taste, nor that they were denied decent quality food of any sort--not when the lot they had was little more than a frozen wasteland.
Knowing these facts did nothing to flavor the food, nor make the texture any less revolting. Between the fermented meats and the porridge, let alone all the pickled and spreadable fish one could tolerate...Hades had acquired a distaste for it all.
"Nay, naught of the sort--though I do believe such quirks came about with the creation of mortals. Another shortcoming of their kind, I suppose. As for what I object to...aught without flavor. Bland food is insufferable, but worse than that are dishes with horrid textures. That which better resembles slop you might feed to a swine than a man, like porridge, for instance." As if claiming that wasn't enough, the disgusted recoil on his face does the rest. Like speaking of it was enough to summon the unfortunate experience to the present.
"My time living among the Garleans introduced me to myriad dishes I have grown to dislike; a variety of fermented meats, spreadable fish, tuber vegetables without any seasoning--Garlemald was hardly rich in such luxuries, and I have had my fill of gelatinous foods or that which is reminiscent of slime for the next eon."
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Knowing these facts did nothing to flavor the food, nor make the texture any less revolting. Between the fermented meats and the porridge, let alone all the pickled and spreadable fish one could tolerate...Hades had acquired a distaste for it all.
"Nay, naught of the sort--though I do believe such quirks came about with the creation of mortals. Another shortcoming of their kind, I suppose. As for what I object to...aught without flavor. Bland food is insufferable, but worse than that are dishes with horrid textures. That which better resembles slop you might feed to a swine than a man, like porridge, for instance." As if claiming that wasn't enough, the disgusted recoil on his face does the rest. Like speaking of it was enough to summon the unfortunate experience to the present.
"My time living among the Garleans introduced me to myriad dishes I have grown to dislike; a variety of fermented meats, spreadable fish, tuber vegetables without any seasoning--Garlemald was hardly rich in such luxuries, and I have had my fill of gelatinous foods or that which is reminiscent of slime for the next eon."