( if you aren't a prissy old man that prefers unprocessed food, then the food is probably fine, Cashmere. doesn't matter that he lived on hard tack and salt pork for weeks at a time when he was out at sea, apparently Hook can still turn his nose up at mayonnaise. he can eat it, but he sees no reason why he should do so gracefully.
the mention of a drink with extravagant colors and sparkles of all things breaks through the charismatic veneer to flit across his features in literal horror. if the things this place did to salad were horrific, it's certainly worse to do it to alcohol. )
Savages, ( he mutters, though he does stand up so they can go after alcohol anyway. he's dressed in a dark shirt and leather pants, he should be sweltering, but no it's the food he is complaining about. it takes little to no observation skills to note the hook in lieu of a hand on his left arm, especially when he extends it in an overly dramatic bow in greeting. ) Captain Hook, by the way.
( yes, the fictional pirate captain just called people savages for putting glitter in their cocktails. that happened. )
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the mention of a drink with extravagant colors and sparkles of all things breaks through the charismatic veneer to flit across his features in literal horror. if the things this place did to salad were horrific, it's certainly worse to do it to alcohol. )
Savages, ( he mutters, though he does stand up so they can go after alcohol anyway. he's dressed in a dark shirt and leather pants, he should be sweltering, but no it's the food he is complaining about. it takes little to no observation skills to note the hook in lieu of a hand on his left arm, especially when he extends it in an overly dramatic bow in greeting. ) Captain Hook, by the way.
( yes, the fictional pirate captain just called people savages for putting glitter in their cocktails. that happened. )