"When will you be heading off?" Ignus asked.
"Tomorrow," I replied. "The boss wants Richard as fast as possible, alive for his own reasons."
"Ah, I see," he said. Then he looked at his waffles in front of him, as if he was sizing them up. To my utter shock, he took his fork and knife, cut a small section, and shoved part of the waffle into his mouth.
My mouth formed a perfect o. I almost dropped my fork. Ignus looked up at me, still chewing, with amusion all over his face.
"We can eat human food," he said, "it's not too bad, just nothing like we usually eat. Our bodies do reject it, however, so I won't be partaking too much."
My mind was still processing this information. Knowing what they usually ate - bugs, toads, rats, pretty much anything dead, and more specifically humans, seeing an Aevis take a bite of a waffle was not on my list of things to see. Because I didn't know it was even a thing.
I forced my composure, my reaction was embarrassing honestly. I picked my fork back up and continued picking at my steak and potatoes.
"Just so you know," I started, "certain foods are usually for breakfast, then other foods are usually for lunch and dinner. What you're eating right now is considered a breakfast food. It's okay to eat it for dinner once in a while, but eating breakfast food for dinner all the time might make you stand out. Especially if you only eat a little bit of it. It'll make people remember you."
Ignus concentrated on my words like he was taking notes.
"What constitutes a breakfast food versus a dinner food? Also what is breakfast and what is dinner?" he asked, his silvery blue eyes lighting up with curiosity.
"Humans eat three meals a day, breakfast in the morning, lunch around noon and dinner once the day is almost over," I explained. "Breakfast foods consist of waffles, eggs, toast, bacon and the such. Dinner foods are more hearty."
"I see," he said. "I find humans so interesting. You are all so lucky, eating three times a day. We eat a good meal once a week if we're lucky, mostly thanks to you and your fellow comrades."
"Can you eat fruit?" I asked. I was unperturbed about the dead bodies we created, but I wanted to steer the conversation away from the consumption of said bodies.
"No," he replied immediately. "Cooked meats give us an upset stomach for days, grains we reject after a few hours, and fruits and vegetables we reject almost immediately."
"Try this," I said, cutting him a peice of my steak. "It's cooked rare, which is severely undercooked. I wonder if you'd be able to have it."
He plucked the meat from my fork, gave it a sniff, and hesitantly placed the meat in his mouth. As he chewed his eyes dazed in and out.
"Is this a dinner food?" he asked.
"Yes, this is a dinner food," I replied.