[Something about the way Connor says it tells L that there's no question in the android's mind; therefore, he believes him, and he's secretly glad that he does the ordering for him. He doesn't really know where to start, often, when it comes to actual nutrition.
He's uneasy being watched. There's something oddly clinical about this, and maybe that's appropriate... but it's not exactly comfortable.
He reaches for a fork. Prods the sandwich, fidgeting with it, as though he doesn't actually know how to eat a damn sandwich. A little bit of egg makes its way to his mouth, on the fork's prongs, and he's immediately diving for a handful of sugar packets. It's so bitter and it tastes like sulphur.]
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He's uneasy being watched. There's something oddly clinical about this, and maybe that's appropriate... but it's not exactly comfortable.
He reaches for a fork. Prods the sandwich, fidgeting with it, as though he doesn't actually know how to eat a damn sandwich. A little bit of egg makes its way to his mouth, on the fork's prongs, and he's immediately diving for a handful of sugar packets. It's so bitter and it tastes like sulphur.]