Hah! Awful, isn't it? Conforming to stereotypes. I'd hate for anyone to think I'm predictable, but alas. I grew up by the sea, you know. Can't be helped.

[He grins, returns the look with a conspirational one with his own; for all his propensity for making bad judgements himself, it seems to have no impact on his willingness to fall into easy camaraderie.

Still...there's the bright ringing of his laughter at the mention of rat-people dishes, at the look that graces Fjord's face.]

Sounds perfectly wretched, doesn't it? I'm game. We could always find a palette cleanser, after.