"You don't like it?" he asked surprised. "We need to get you Americanized, quick," he said, writing "try something new" on his pad. No, that was terrible.
"I guess I might as well," he finally conceded, putting his notebook back down. Not wanting to take this too far (after all, there was something to be said for letting this desire burn slowly "stop it",), he took his own fork and grabbed a small amount of pie, just the right amount of ice cream on it. He stuck it in his mouth - it was the first sugar he'd had in weeks, and the sweetness was almost overpowering.
"I can't believe you haven't tried this before," he said, greedily taking another bite with a small grin. So much for restraint. "Next you're going to tell me you've never had a Coca-Cola,"