So, they where talking about strange food. Particulary about some kind of odd sausage made of rice and chicken blood, stuffed into a chicken neck, crowned with it's dead head.
She hated that.
But, he said that he used to eat it... suck the bird's eyes, break it's skull and drain that little brain. It even wasn't a matter of acquired taste: he really liked it.
Listen to how he enjoyed that akward dish made her sick. She asked him to stop.
Then he asked:
-well, hadn't you found some odd liking, something that to the general public seems bad, but that you really love and couldn't stop eating?
-hum- she answered - ... you know, i like you a lot. That will do.
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