[sorens a mercenary, juza, hes more of a ruffian than you...

It does reassure him just a little, but at the same time, his heart skips to hear that. He almost has to fight himself to believe he really means that and isn't just trying to be polite. Soren tries to think with that big brain of his, but when it comes to something like his own preferences, he completely blanks. Not to mention, the Underground has some... interesting choices for cuisine, like bugs. Soren rises back up to his full height.]

Nothing really comes to mind... I'm not a picky eater. Bitter, sweet, spicy... It doesn't matter much to me. It might be better to try aiming for something that you like.