"Oh my god, it's like your British is completely based on Dick Van Dyke," Ravi had to groan at the 'bloody hell'. "Just tell me you've never actually met an English person," he said. That, at least, would make him feel better about the whole ordeal.
He made a slight face, about Mary Poppins. He didn't have strong feelings about it one way or another but that accent Dick Van Dyke used was a national embarrassment.
He smiled, touched and genuine, when Richie gave him the bracelet. "Oh, look at that," he said, beaming, and put it on immediately. "Blue's my favorite color. It's like you know me already," he told him with a smile.
The question didn't even throw him.
"Chewy. I know that isn't a taste, but it's more about the texture with brains. Very chewy and non-descript. You know how tofu takes on the taste of whatever you're cooking it in? It's like that. But chewy."