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There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”

“If it’s anything like Kaonite Sludge, it will be delicious.” He savors more of the smoke-flavored disk. His tank is very pleased. “However, you have yet to bring me anything I didn’t agree with. You have good taste.”

Especially considering that I bought this on impulse and smell. Hope I interrupted something bad! (Bee mimes Megatron’s eyebrows being in a stressed position with his fingers.) You looked a little peeved.

A supreme eye roll, accompanied by a frustrated growl.

“I think I’m hearing voices again. Yes. The hot high grade is calling me. …I think the glasses are more your size.” Either way, he pours them both, letting the servings steam. “Just attempting to keep my speech… civil.”

(Bee slurps up a sip.) Oh man, I bet that’s hard. (On goes the Megatron voice.) “I was the one who secured the planet again! Just going to run it now that all the hard work’s done, aren’t you?! You lazy little malefactor!” 

(That being said, once he takes another bite of the meaty-loaf-stuff, it tastes MUCH better combined with the smell of high grade.) 

“Yes, but I can’t say that. Not while the rest of the world is watching, anyway.” He takes a swig, and it’s hot enough for steam to escape his lips. “Perfect…” After another bite, his optics widen, confused that the taste has changed. 

“Hm… No. I have to return his challenge, but the turn of phrase has to be just so, only facts, and etiquette. This face looks threatening when I make casual conversation, I have to be especially careful.”

PFFFthehehehe! 

Oh! Shax sent me something! (He pulls out the extra-dimensional present and pops open the new container: a glowing white, thick sauce over a bed of rice.) All right! 

Check it: when Shax and I did our spirit-marriage thingy on Paradia, we ate this! I call it the Love-a Curry. (And it’s no mistake that it sounds like “lava”. He secretly flips on his internal camera to video mode and takes his spoon.) Try a bite with me! 

At first he thought the glow was from some florescent aspect of the sauce, but his sensors told him otherwise. They told him “Danger”. But, Bumblebee had eaten this before, so surely it was at least edible. 

“…Alright.” He grabbed a spoon, a bit wary but taking a spoonful in solidarity.

(Bee bites in with enthusiasm, remembering the flavor.) 

(But not, as his attempt to recreate it have proven, remembering the HEAT.) 

(It’s nearly a tongue-searing scald, assaulting the roof of his mouth and his cheeks with the burn of the spice and the sheer temperature of the sauce. A whimper escapes him as he forces himself to swallow fast, but even then, the fire slides down his throat in an alarmingly solid hot mass that only disperses once it hits his tanks. His internal temperature spikes. His vents flare with steam. His optics are blinking with cooling fluid.) 

(And it tastes even better than he remembers, and he laughs. The spice settles into a savory coating of his entire mouth that coats his throat for the next bite, which he takes with joy.) SHAX fucking damn it hahahaahaaa! 

Megatron bit down at the same time, sensors flaring to life as the scalding metal comes into contact some grit left in his intake.

He covers his mouth and forces himself to swallow, flames licking between his fingertips. When it dies down to just smoke, he dares to speak.

“… A delicacy.”

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There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”

“If it’s anything like Kaonite Sludge, it will be delicious.” He savors more of the smoke-flavored disk. His tank is very pleased. “However, you have yet to bring me anything I didn’t agree with. You have good taste.”

Especially considering that I bought this on impulse and smell. Hope I interrupted something bad! (Bee mimes Megatron’s eyebrows being in a stressed position with his fingers.) You looked a little peeved.

A supreme eye roll, accompanied by a frustrated growl.

“I think I’m hearing voices again. Yes. The hot high grade is calling me. …I think the glasses are more your size.” Either way, he pours them both, letting the servings steam. “Just attempting to keep my speech… civil.”

(Bee slurps up a sip.) Oh man, I bet that’s hard. (On goes the Megatron voice.) “I was the one who secured the planet again! Just going to run it now that all the hard work’s done, aren’t you?! You lazy little malefactor!” 

(That being said, once he takes another bite of the meaty-loaf-stuff, it tastes MUCH better combined with the smell of high grade.) 

“Yes, but I can’t say that. Not while the rest of the world is watching, anyway.” He takes a swig, and it’s hot enough for steam to escape his lips. “Perfect…” After another bite, his optics widen, confused that the taste has changed. 

“Hm… No. I have to return his challenge, but the turn of phrase has to be just so, only facts, and etiquette. This face looks threatening when I make casual conversation, I have to be especially careful.”

PFFFthehehehe! 

Oh! Shax sent me something! (He pulls out the extra-dimensional present and pops open the new container: a glowing white, thick sauce over a bed of rice.) All right! 

Check it: when Shax and I did our spirit-marriage thingy on Paradia, we ate this! I call it the Love-a Curry. (And it’s no mistake that it sounds like “lava”. He secretly flips on his internal camera to video mode and takes his spoon.) Try a bite with me! 

At first he thought the glow was from some florescent aspect of the sauce, but his sensors told him otherwise. They told him “Danger”. But, Bumblebee had eaten this before, so surely it was at least edible. 

“…Alright.” He grabbed a spoon, a bit wary but taking a spoonful in solidarity.

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There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”

“If it’s anything like Kaonite Sludge, it will be delicious.” He savors more of the smoke-flavored disk. His tank is very pleased. “However, you have yet to bring me anything I didn’t agree with. You have good taste.”

Especially considering that I bought this on impulse and smell. Hope I interrupted something bad! (Bee mimes Megatron’s eyebrows being in a stressed position with his fingers.) You looked a little peeved.

A supreme eye roll, accompanied by a frustrated growl.

“I think I’m hearing voices again. Yes. The hot high grade is calling me. …I think the glasses are more your size.” Either way, he pours them both, letting the servings steam. “Just attempting to keep my speech… civil.”

(Bee slurps up a sip.) Oh man, I bet that’s hard. (On goes the Megatron voice.) “I was the one who secured the planet again! Just going to run it now that all the hard work’s done, aren’t you?! You lazy little malefactor!” 

(That being said, once he takes another bite of the meaty-loaf-stuff, it tastes MUCH better combined with the smell of high grade.) 

“Yes, but I can’t say that. Not while the rest of the world is watching, anyway.” He takes a swig, and it’s hot enough for steam to escape his lips. “Perfect…” After another bite, his optics widen, confused that the taste has changed. 

“Hm… No. I have to return his challenge, but the turn of phrase has to be just so, only facts, and etiquette. This face looks threatening when I make casual conversation, I have to be especially careful.”

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There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”

“If it’s anything like Kaonite Sludge, it will be delicious.” He savors more of the smoke-flavored disk. His tank is very pleased. “However, you have yet to bring me anything I didn’t agree with. You have good taste.”

Especially considering that I bought this on impulse and smell. Hope I interrupted something bad! (Bee mimes Megatron’s eyebrows being in a stressed position with his fingers.) You looked a little peeved.

A supreme eye roll, accompanied by a frustrated growl.

“I think I’m hearing voices again. Yes. The hot high grade is calling me. …I think the glasses are more your size.” Either way, he pours them both, letting the servings steam. “Just attempting to keep my speech… civil.”

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There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”

(Bee’s passed onto another one of the giant food-on-sticks.) Always thinking civic-minded. I never see foods like this on pre-war Cybertrons, either. Maybe it’s just a necessity thing. 

“Mm. Some of the best comfort foods come from necessity. Kaonite Sludge for example.” He finishes the first thing he bit into, the fried tubegrass. “It’s the dredges of refined energon, the cast-off miners stole away for fuel that no one else wanted. But prepared the right way, it’s warm and strong and very filling, even if it appears unappetizing.”

Hey, humans have that too! They call it “chili”. 

“Chilly. Hm… But it’s hot? Or it must be from the country.” 

(Bee’s never thought about it.) … one of the two. Gotta be.

I wonder if I could find that somewhere. Would you like to eat it? I bet it’s a delicacy in some places that have better energon refining techniques. 

“If it’s anything like Kaonite Sludge, it will be delicious.” He savors more of the smoke-flavored disk. His tank is very pleased. “However, you have yet to bring me anything I didn’t agree with. You have good taste.”

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There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”

(Bee’s passed onto another one of the giant food-on-sticks.) Always thinking civic-minded. I never see foods like this on pre-war Cybertrons, either. Maybe it’s just a necessity thing. 

“Mm. Some of the best comfort foods come from necessity. Kaonite Sludge for example.” He finishes the first thing he bit into, the fried tubegrass. “It’s the dredges of refined energon, the cast-off miners stole away for fuel that no one else wanted. But prepared the right way, it’s warm and strong and very filling, even if it appears unappetizing.”

Hey, humans have that too! They call it “chili”. 

“Chilly. Hm… But it’s hot? Or it must be from the country.” 

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There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”

“Together, then.” He take the knife and slices off a piece, not wanting to feel the protomesh tear on his digits. There is a sauce accompanying the dish and he coats it before letting it into his intake… It falls apart in his mouth, apart from the crispy flake made by the grill. The sauce is some sort of spicy oil, smooth and soaking into the mesh.

“…I have now eaten another mechanical creature.”

One with an intelligence so basic and unliving, a human could program it. (MUNCH)

(It falls into a shower of flavor in his mouth and gently brushes his tongue with the satisfying warmth of oil.) Mmmmhmm…

(Bee goes for another bite.) 

That does make it more palatable. A simple creature with almost no processing power. A Roomba with more legs that happens to taste very good. He’ll have another bite too.

“I never would have considered anything like this. I’m curious as to what oil it’s fried in, or if we could make anything comparable on-world. Colonists might warm up to it more easily than former soldiers, having had more of a chance to see the universe.”

(Bee’s passed onto another one of the giant food-on-sticks.) Always thinking civic-minded. I never see foods like this on pre-war Cybertrons, either. Maybe it’s just a necessity thing. 

“Mm. Some of the best comfort foods come from necessity. Kaonite Sludge for example.” He finishes the first thing he bit into, the fried tubegrass. “It’s the dredges of refined energon, the cast-off miners stole away for fuel that no one else wanted. But prepared the right way, it’s warm and strong and very filling, even if it appears unappetizing.”