Arthur and Willa's standards for processed foods are, he is rapidly discovering, wildly different. Which he already knew, to an extent, but to actually hear it out loud was something else. He can understand the words, but their context is completely bizarre.
"You know, I'm not sure you're supposed to have coffee at your age," he comments dryly. "But, uh. Yeah, gruel and water, by the sounds of it. Completely appetising."
He picks up the shirt he was working on and shakes it out to start over. "The stuff that's good for you rarely tastes good. And I doubt you ever had to have castor oil."
Which is the obvious answer, so Arthur is grinning a bit cheekily as he says it. "It was a bit of a- a cure-all, when I was a boy, er. Pretty much any sickness was supposed to be helped by it, though- mostly it just gave you the runs."
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"You know, I'm not sure you're supposed to have coffee at your age," he comments dryly. "But, uh. Yeah, gruel and water, by the sounds of it. Completely appetising."
He picks up the shirt he was working on and shakes it out to start over. "The stuff that's good for you rarely tastes good. And I doubt you ever had to have castor oil."
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...But also-- "What's castor oil?"
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Which is the obvious answer, so Arthur is grinning a bit cheekily as he says it. "It was a bit of a- a cure-all, when I was a boy, er. Pretty much any sickness was supposed to be helped by it, though- mostly it just gave you the runs."
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"All right, different question. Favorite foods. Go."