parked | Log with Ianto: The Proof is in the Pudding

Sulu grinned, admittedly pleased by the fact that the other boy wanted to try something unique to this time period. "Yeah, that sounds do-able." He looked over the sides. He hadn't had many of them there, granted, but he knew what they all were.

"So, hey. I told you I can fly," he said, mostly to keep a conversation going as they waited for the waitress. He didn't want to leave them in an awkward kind of silence, and boasting was the quickest way to get something moving, so...

Ianto raised an eyebrow at the sudden and abrupt conversation topic, but. He wasn't complaining, not really. He nodded. "You did tell me," he said, "though I'm still not sure whether I believe you. Driving a hovercar is one thing, but. Aircraft? At your age?" He said it like he wasn't 15 years old and only one year older than the other boy.

"Where'd you learn to fly any of that stuff, anyway?" he asked. Then again, the garage was huge, and with all of those different vehicles in there... For all Ianto knew, Sulu's family was probably loaded.

"All over the place," Sulu replied, shrugging. "My dad, through organized lessons, just... picking it up as I went. That sort of thing." He'd just always been good at flying - once he got into Starfleet, he knew he'd be able to handle their space-faring stuff just as well as any of the Earth-bound crafts. That was, if he got into Starfleet. But, Sulu was cocky enough to assume he'd be able to, so long as his parents didn't disown him first.

He noticed the waitress making her rounds and decided on the alien dish he'd give Ianto a chance to try, looking up at him. "Oh yeah, uh. Do you want to try something different for a drink, or... we have Coke Classic, but I dunno about the rest of the stuff." Who knew what had been made during the last 200 years, and what was still "original" recipe?

Ianto has honestly no idea. He does like Coke, but then... Once again, maybe he should be trying new things? Being in a time that he would never live to himself, not even if he lived to be the oldest man in the universe. 200 years was an awfully long time.

"I... Listen, why don't. Why don't you pick something out for me? I don't really know what else there would be, besides water that is, and like. I could have water or Coke anytime I wanted, back at home." He shrugged. "Might as well...I dunno, experience the local flavor, or whatever. Being in the future and all..."

Sulu nodded as the waitress came up to their table and ordered cherry Slushos for the both of them, then threw in an Andorian sampler as a sort of appetizer. It was just a variety of Andorian vegetables, fried in a light batter that made them a little more in tune with what this sort of place made, but it worked pretty well, Sulu figured.

He wasn't sure, though, if he should order Ianto's food for him as well, so he just settled for ordering a cheeseburger with fries for himself and looking to Ianto expectantly. The kid had to know how to order, after all, that was pretty obvious.

Ianto sat there in silence before he realized that Sulu expected him to order his own food from there, and blushed rather deeply for looking a bit of a fool. He tried to recover and quickly ordered himself a regular hamburger with fries for himself as well, although it took all he had in him to say fries and not chips.

As the waitress left, Ianto, still bright red, turned to Sulu. "What in god's name is a Slusho?" he asked the other boy.

Admittedly, Sulu felt kind of bad for making Ianto look kind of dumb, there, but it wasn't like he did it on purpose. He just... didn't think ordering all of Ianto's food would be a good thing to do after walking around with his arm around him.

He didn't bring it up, though; he just let Ianto ask his question - which was kind of silly, considering Slusho was pretty big in this era - and shrugged. "It's... like a slushy, kind of? It's really good, though."

Ianto wasn't sure how something could qualify as a 'slushy, kind of', but he wasn't going to ask and make himself look like an even bigger fool than he already had. He was just going to have to wait and see what it was, when the waitress inevitably came back with their order. America was so weird.

And then it came to him. "Shit," he said, kicking himself for not remembering about the differences in fry culture in the United States and chip culture in Britain, "d'you think hey have vinegar, here?"

Sulu wasn't sure how to describe it, but it pretty much was a slushy. He hoped that was the right term, at least. Who knew what differences there could be in 200 years?

He blinked at Ianto's sudden question, though, raising an eyebrow. "Uh. Maybe? Probably, at least. I can ask when the waitress comes back?" He frowned. "Why do you need vinegar, anyway?"

Ianto shrugged, trying for nonchalance and failing considerably. "For the chips," he said. Then he paused, before, "shit, fries. For the fries. They're..." He sighed. "I dunno, I guess it's a British thing. But they're really good with vinegar. My favorite way to eat them." And if they didn't have vinegar, then Ianto would probably be irrationally upset about that.

He looked at the other boy's face for a moment. "...you've never heard of anyone having vinegar on their fries, have you?" he guessed aloud, seeing the look that Sulu was giving him.

Sulu laughed and shook his head. "No man, I've never heard of anyone using vinegar for... like, anything, really. But don't worry, you can call them chips if you want." He grinned, "We're in the heart of the Federation - there are plenty of European people all over the place. Chances are, nobody will even notice." They'd probably find his accent weird, but. That wasn't something he was going to bring up.

Ianto blushed at the laugh and the reassurance, but. He was reassured by that statement. "You... You don't think they'd mind, too much?" he asked, quietly. He was pretty self-conscious about the being Welsh thing, after all. He didn't need to draw any more attention to himself, although it was hard not to. Talking the way he did made him stick out like a sore thumb, and unfortunately, he was nowhere near good enough at faking an accent for that.

"Nah, if they have it, they're not going to even think about it." Sulu leaned back in his chair, pretty content with his decision on the matter. "I mean, everybody's got weird eating habits, right?"

Just then, the waitress came back to them with two large glasses filled with a red liquid. It was something like a slushy, like Sulu had said, but it shared a whipped sort of look like a shake, despite the fact that it was obviously just an ice drink. He didn't hesitate to ask for some vinegar, and like he said, she just smiled and said, "Sure."

"See? No problem. If anything, she'll think I'm weird, since I asked for it." He paused, then added, "She won't, though. I mean, it's not like putting mustard on... cookies, or something."

Ianto smiled at the other boy. While he wasn't sure he liked that the other was still making implications about the food choice being 'weird', he had asked for the vinegar for him, and so... "Yeah," Ianto said, quietly. "Thanks, then. Y'know, for. For asking for me." Standing out was kind of really difficult for Ianto, especially because no matter what he did here, he'd stand out.

He looked at the drink in front of him. He liked cherry flavoring, luckily, but. He wasn't really sure what to make of the thing. "...I thought that you said that this was like a slushy," Ianto said, cautiously. It had the distinct look of a frappe or something, except... Bright red, basically.

"It is like a slushy. It's made like one. I think, at least. With ice and flavoring. It's just that they put something else in it that makes it look like that. I'm really not sure, but it's good, I promise." Sulu took a drink of his own to prove it, because really, it was good. He liked them well enough, even if he usually got a soda. It was worth it to give Ianto a taste of something from this era, he figured.

"And anyway, if you want anything else, man, you just have to ask. It's not like it's a big deal to me if you want vinegar or... I dunno, you don't like the Slusho and want a soda instead. I'm not going to blame you for being sort of shy here. It is a different time, and all."

Ianto looked at it, warily, and then took a hesitant sip. It was bizarre. It tasted like a slushy. It just had the consistency of something...less water-based. Maybe the technology in this time had something to do with it. He took another sip. "It's strange," Ianto said, after a moment. "But. I... I think I do like it."

He blushed a little at the other boy's reassurances, ducking his head a little. "It's... It's weird, yeah?" he said, after a moment, trying to explain himself. "I mean. I'm not only in America, but. I'm in America 200 years in the future. Things that are current and recent to me are not only foreign but also really old, or... I don't know, 'classic', here. It's. It's well cool, but. It's weird." He blushed a little harder. "And. I think... That I might want a soda as well. Since. Since you're offering..." He lowered his eyes to the table. "I'm sorry. For, y'know, costing you this money, and all."

Sulu didn't completely understand, but he didn't tell Ianto that. He wasn't going to be a jerk to the other kid, just because he was from a different time. If anything, Sulu was trying to sort of be on good behavior - it'd be better to show him the benefits of the future, after all, right? "It's cool, don't worry about it. I've got you covered, and yeah, it's kind of a different place altogether, so like I said, it's cool if you're reserved or whatever. It's not like anyone notices - they're all doing their own thing, you know?" And it was true. People cared about others, sure, but that didn't mean they were going to notice if someone wasn't speaking up as much as they probably should.

Just then, the waitress returned with the Andorian sampler; it was arranged like any other sampler, but even Sulu wasn't completely sure what was what. He wasn't much for Andorian food, but their fast food was pretty good, so. It was just a variety of fried and roasted vegetables, with some sauces for dipping that he wasn't even sure about. He asked the waitress for a Coke Classic, since it was the one thing he knew would be like what Ianto was used to, and once she left, he told him as much. "I didn't want to get you something that... wouldn't be what you were used to, or something."

Ianto picked up a vegetable, looking at it closely. He shook his head, not looking away from the piece of food in his hand. "That's alright. I think...maybe familiar might be good, in some cases," he said, warily eying the vegetable in question.

"Right," he said, after a moment, before looking at the sauces. There was one...that looked kind of like ranch dressing, but Ianto was willing to bet that that wasn't what it was. "I just...pick one and dip it, then, yeah?" he asked, even though. Well, it was pretty much explanatory. The idea of trying alien foods was a little more intimidating, now that the food was actually there in front of him.

Deciding to just go for it, Ianto took the piece of food, dip it, and just eat it. Of course, he probably picked the most spicy of the three dips, in retrospect, but he hadn't any idea of that until it was far, far too late. He tried to swallow fast, but it burned on the way down as well, and Ianto burst out coughing. "Jesus Christ," he managed, reaching for his drink and trying to pause and take a breath long enough to take a sip and wash out his mouth and throat.

Sulu couldn't decide if Ianto's reaction was hilarious or terrible, and so his face reflected both his amusement and horror. "Shit, are you okay?" he asked, deciding finally on being worried for the other kid - who knew what his tolerance to spicy foods was? It figured that the only really spicy food there would be the one Ianto tried first...

Welsh cuisine was actually pretty bland. Sure, there were some Indian food dishes that had a bit of a zing to them, but Ianto didn't really branch out into anything adventurous, usually, knowing what he liked and sticking with it. That fact in and of itself was half the reason he was so bowled over. He hadn't been expecting spicy, hadn't been prepared, and had been pretty generous with his bite size and dipping, and so.

Ianto took several large swallows of the drink, coughing despite the fact that the offending food had been swallowed already. "Oh my god," he said, tears coming to his eyes, his voice momentarily hoarse, still choking a little bit on the remaining flavor. "What the bloody hell was that?" he groaned.

Sulu didn't really know all the different types of food and dip on the platter, so he tried the sauce himself - not with the same kind of vegetable though. He made a face and shook his head.

"Jeeze. That's some kind of habanero sauce, or something. I didn't realize there was any really spicy Andorian food..." He tried to think of something that would have that kind of kick to it, but everything he thought of was very... well, American. Or Hispanic, but he didn't think Mexican food and Andorian vegetables really worked together.

"God, that's... That's awful," he said. Ianto took another vegetable from the platter, wanting to try and cleanse his palate, but decided against any of the sauces this time. He didn't want to make the same mistake twice, after all. Then he'd look like an absolute fool. More so than he did already, even.

"The vegetables themselves aren't bad, though," he said, with a shrug. "Kind of reminds me of...I dunno. Tempura I guess..." He eyed the sauces warily. "D'you actually know what any of those are?" he asked. He could guess the spiciness of the sauce that he'd tried was unexpected even to Sulu, given his reaction there, but. Did he even know what any of the stuff that was in front of them tasted like?

Sulu nodded, "Yeah, tempura's a good comparison. It's not heavy like... you know, deep fried chicken or something. But... let's see. I know that's honey mustard, because every place serves that as a dip," he pointed to the yellow dip. He paused, then picked up a piece of vegetable and dipped it in to make sure.

"Yep, it's just plain old honey mustard. The other ones..." He tried the other dips and managed to pin them down to at least their closest Earth relatives, "This one's kind of like ranch; this is a sort of tangy barbecue sauce, I think it might actually be Andorian; and that one's... I think it's like the broth for Andorian cabbage soup, but I've only had that once, so..." He grinned. "The BBQ stuff and the habanero stuff are the only really spicy things, but you should be okay with the BBQ. Don't worry, we're safe from here on out."

Ianto knew that it wasn't very adventurous, but he'd probably be sticking with the honey mustard and the ranch from then on. Especially the honey mustard, because Sulu had tried it himself and he didn't seem to be suffering any adverse effects from it in front of his eyes or anything like that. Picking out another vegetable (they were all covered in batter and of alien origin, he had absolutely no idea what any of them were), he tried the ranch warily, nodding as he chewed, indicating that yes, it was ranch.

"'s a bit weird, yeah?" he asked, after a moment. "To be eating alien vegetables. I mean...can they grow here, then? Or are they imported? And why would you ever import vegetables that far, if they are?"

Sulu picked out another piece and went for the barbecue sort of sauce, munching on it for a moment before responding. "Yeah, they can grow here. We've got special hothouses for pretty much any kind of vegetable you might want. Besides, replicators can create them from scratch, if you want them somewhere where you can't get them. So long as it's got the card for it, at least."

He realized that Ianto probably didn't know what a replicator was, so he went on to explain, "A replicator is basically a machine that can create any kind of food you might want. Most people don't think it's too much different from real food, but I kind of prefer the home-grown stuff."

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