[yeah, that hope that he'll go along with that fantasy? consider it squashed. all pretense of being polite leaves the building as peter turns away, gagging though nothing makes its way back up. it's probably for the best. bugs coming up are probably no better than them going down.]

It's not like I don't know that people eat exotic foods, but I'm pretty bland and boring when it comes to food and bugs? Blegh.

I think I'm gonna become a vegetarian. Those are safe, right?

[and a forlorn look crosses his face as he considers all the things that he's going to miss with that particular decision — cheeseburgers, steak, barbecue, and bacon. oh man will this be difficult.]