"A meat patty with cheese on bun." Dean was truly offended. Barbarous?!? How could anyone call his beloved bacon cheeseburgers 'barbarous'? He blinked, and the hunter's jaw actually tightened. Somehow he didn't just punch the bastard.
"Bacon, lettuce, tomato, pickles, mayo, ketchup, mustard." How could that be barbarous? It was damn good. Very damn good. There was little better than the bacon cheeseburger, very little. It was damn near enlightening.
"All on a toasted bun." He smiled. How could this experience not be shared and felt just by talking about it? The redheadedish hobo would soon discover the truth and understand.