[ He scrunches his nose a little at the thought. Scott's lived in California his own life, so it's not like he's not vaguely aware of Japanese cuisine, but he also happens to live in the boonies: Beacon Hills, population 30 000. Sushi always seemed like some fantasy food that rich people ate anyway.
They're not even talking about Japanese food right now, but seaweed doesn't really appeal to him. ]
Uhh, I guess. What about rice or—
[ Wait a minute. ]
Wait, hold up. [ He stops, fixing her with a puzzled squint. ] Everyone here has telepathy? So someone could read my mind?
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[ He scrunches his nose a little at the thought. Scott's lived in California his own life, so it's not like he's not vaguely aware of Japanese cuisine, but he also happens to live in the boonies: Beacon Hills, population 30 000. Sushi always seemed like some fantasy food that rich people ate anyway.
They're not even talking about Japanese food right now, but seaweed doesn't really appeal to him. ]
Uhh, I guess. What about rice or—
[ Wait a minute. ]
Wait, hold up. [ He stops, fixing her with a puzzled squint. ] Everyone here has telepathy? So someone could read my mind?