"No, I just don't like them." He only wished he had such an ironclad excuse to keep people from trying to feed them to him. Not that he wanted to die if he ate anything with tomato in it, but just something to get people to stop trying to sneak some into his food! "Someone put a tomato in my sandwich today. I was afraid they'd do it again."
But he trusted Claude's sense of taste, at least well enough to cautiously lift a bite to his mouth. He couldn't smell any hint of tomato in the sauce, and a small, tiny lick didn't reveal anything different. It just tasted like turkey and gravy. Good. That was good. It wouldn't have been anywhere near as easy to remove tomato from something like this. Putting the whole bite in his mouth, he chewed, then swallowed.
Still just turkey and gravy. Relief.
"So, are you feeling any better?" he asked, scooping more food onto his fork.
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But he trusted Claude's sense of taste, at least well enough to cautiously lift a bite to his mouth. He couldn't smell any hint of tomato in the sauce, and a small, tiny lick didn't reveal anything different. It just tasted like turkey and gravy. Good. That was good. It wouldn't have been anywhere near as easy to remove tomato from something like this. Putting the whole bite in his mouth, he chewed, then swallowed.
Still just turkey and gravy. Relief.
"So, are you feeling any better?" he asked, scooping more food onto his fork.