[He turns around from the counter he is standing on, frowning at her for a moment in obvious disbelief. After blinking once, he quickly turns back around to his work to hide his flustered face. He couldn't tell her that. Considering how fond she was of meat, she would only laugh at him and his partly very little masculine taste. It got him laughed at often enough already, so food was a bit of a touchy subject for him.
So he went to quickly change the topic, gesturing to a nearby examination table.]
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Date: 2011-10-15 09:32 pm (UTC)[He turns around from the counter he is standing on, frowning at her for a moment in obvious disbelief. After blinking once, he quickly turns back around to his work to hide his flustered face. He couldn't tell her that. Considering how fond she was of meat, she would only laugh at him and his partly very little masculine taste. It got him laughed at often enough already, so food was a bit of a touchy subject for him.
So he went to quickly change the topic, gesturing to a nearby examination table.]
Bitte. Sit down. Nein. Lie down, razher.