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Earth was fascinating.

So many people, so many languages, so many things to learn, and perhaps most importantly -- so many foods. Caedus had told him to keep the unhealthiness a secret, and Lysvi swore to do so. For Caedus, that was. For others? Well.

Lysvi had ventured into Destiny City and returned with an absolute pile of the most diverse and strange things he could find. Bread that they had purposefully fried and put sugar on. Little folded things they called pastries with sweet things inside. Meat, meat far beyond what was necessary, in piles that stacked up to the sky in-between two buns. Things they had called 'truffles', but were very clearly not mushrooms. A sugary dessert with a fruit they called bananas, mixed in with something that seemed to be melting into a soup. Was that an intentional function?

He slipped into their shared quarters.

"Yddagen!" Lysvi seemed too excited. This was probably a bad sign. "You gotta try this."

The smell was very strong, especially compared to their usual tastes in food. Very sugary. Very oily. Very salty. Very unhealthy. Assuredly, nothing their Commodore would have approved of.

"Food of the people of Earth. I understand that since their resources are abundant, they are not as concerned about food quality. This is fascinating to me. Yddagen, look at this one."

He shoved the oddly flat and bubbly piece of oily bread at him.

"This they call fried dough. It seems very apt."

"I know!" Somehow, the repulsive texture was simply more exciting to Lysvi, and his insistence at not eating it just meant that was more for him. Lysvi took the fried dough and took a rather unnecessarily large bite before digging back in their large selection of bags--

Ah!

"Yes, this has fruit. It has," Lysvi squinted, before practicing his English pronunciations without the ComTech's assistance, "bah-na-na." Perfect. They took out the banana split and passed it off to Yddagen.

It was somehow even more liquidy now than before, but it still smelled really good--

Yddagen stared at it dubiously, but took it nonetheless. It smelled much less strongly than the fried dough had. He not had a banana before, but it seemed tame enough of a food. He picked up the spoon lying against the side of the dish and swirled it experimentally in the liquid around the banana. "What's the rest of it?"

What the-- "Do you mean 'ice cream'?" With a shake of the head, Yddagen absently patted Lysvi's shoulder. "Now that you got that out of your system, I guess I'll try it, no?" And so Ydggen did, indeed, lift the spoon to his mouth while trying not to drip the ice cream everywhere. When the ice cream actually hit his tongue, he paused. An odd look crossed his face.

"It's too sweet."

Ydaggen pushed the ice cream back to Lysvi without hesitation. "Do you have something that does not smell or taste very strongly? A porridge, maybe?" Humans ate porridge, right? He liked hot mashed food.

Yddagen turned it over and over in his hands. "Rice pudding?" He frowned. "It's cold, Lysvi." But he was willing to entertain his twin anyway. He peeled back the top of the small container, looking for his spoon from before and dipping it in. The firmer texture was a welcome change, and Yddagen felt a bit better about it as he stuck a spoonful of it in his mouth.

He paused thoughtfully, studying the flavour of it in his mouth. He swallowed, went for another spoonful, swallowed that one, and went for another spoonful. This continued until it was gone, and Yddagen looked up at Lysvi.

"I would like another."