Wash picked the paper off of the sandwich, the beer bottle placed between his legs for the time being. He peered into the dark patty with creamy yellow-orange cheese and crispy bacon stuffed between the tanned pieces of bread.
He smelled it experimentally. Then he picked at it, tasting the bread, the bacon, the cheese, the patty. When certain it was not tainted he took a wide bite, as that was the only bite he could take with the general ginormousness of the burger.
There was a resounding crunch of bacon and he struggled getting the bite loose from the mass of burger. He irked as he tried to chew and swallow the massive ill planned bite.
"Mmm," he said, cheeks puffed. All and all it was a burst of flavor. It was almost too much. He now realized how very unused to flavor he actually was. Bland was normal and almost welcome with nostalgia of the ship. This was the complete opposite of bland.
But as his chews whittled the too large mouthful, he became accustomed to the taste. His mouth watered and when he finally managed to swallow, his face making a whole array of expressions correlating with his discoveries, he licked his lips.
"I..." he said and put on a thoughtful expression, "I like this. It's very crunchy. And a lot of...stuff. On my tongue. And...warm and...a lot."