Wan glanced up at the sign and shrugged, "I've had some before."
The ones people had left in the bag and thrown out in an attempt to avoid the bad flavors. He and Jaya and Yao had occasionally lucked out and gotten a strawberry or cherry or the occasional pineapple that the original buyers had mistaken for beets or lemon or something far worse. He probably shouldn't say he'd eaten them out of dumpsters, though.
"Not really my thing."
He chewed at the side of his mouth, the bottom lip, for a second, frowning, before asking, "If you know you could be better and do better, why don't you work harder so you can be?"