Will chuckled. "You know, till I came this side of the pond, I'm not sure if I knew what a spice looked like if it wasn't salt or pepper." He was exaggerating, but only a little. Will liked his home country's traditional fare just fine – he'd never go past a meat pie, and with him handling a good share of the cooking at John's, pasties and shepherd's pie were on regular rotation – but even he'd admit it was on the stodgy side. (Wasn't that they didn't have other spices to hand, either, but, funny thing – they'd gone right out of fashion the moment the masses were actually able to afford them.)
"Took me a while to get used to it, but I like a bit of heat now." He flipped open the menu, scanning the options. "You have any favourites?"