[ Now, that’s the kind of energy he’s here for. He misses Nandor’s cruel stare at Thomas Lustras the Bartender his Mortal Enemy entirely, but he doesn’t balk at all when he slides into the empty seat. Instead, he grins easily, like this isn’t a strange situation to be in at all. ]

To be totally straight with you? Vegetables aren’t really my thing at all, but uh…since you’re the expert, you’re free to critique me. I'm gonna say...

[ He tilts his head and takes Nandor’s entire Look and demeanor in, and he seems to be thinking very seriously about this vegetable topic. He knows about five vegetables (six now that the Cubert is a thing) and none of them scream tall, long haired man with an accent and an impressive set of fangs, but he finally settles on one: ]

Corn.

[ It’s a firm decision, and he nods. ]

The ears, you know? It’s uncanny.