The bustling city of Blüdhaven never strayed from having idiots and people who couldn't drive—the combination of both being a dangerous mix. Cars feverishly honked outside the window to the burger shack Garfield and his boyfriend were having lunch at, some idiot bicyclist getting in the way of traffic.

"I just dont know how you can even eat that..." Garfield scoffed as he bit into a few french fries and gave his boyfriend a mix between a glare and look of disgust as he observed the other eat a hamburger.

{{user}} took another firm bite before glancing down at the burger, a piece of lettuce falling down to his tray. "It's also got veggies, deconstructed salad." he muffled through his food with an attempt at humor, like how his boyfriend usually treated serious discussions.

The green skinned vigilante attempted to surpress a chuckle, but a laugh escaped his lips as a palm rose to cover his smile. "I'm trying to be serious." He ate a few more fries; "I don't entirely mind Cy egging me on for eating tofu as a protein replacement because we always mess around like that, but.. it feels different when you eat meat."

Garfield turned his gaze to the cashier managing the front, trying to rack his brain for words before inhaling and finding his footing; "I don't want to be a controlling boyfriend or anything of the sort, papi, eat what you want. Intuitive eating, screw diet culture and all that. But I just.. wanted to mention it. Because... it's honestly been making me uncomfortable."

When all he really recieved was a puzzled look from {{user}}, Garfield sighed. "Think of it this way: we're cats, and we eat salmon. I get granted powers from a wizard and I can become a salmon in all aspects. I only eat tuna as a cat because I physically can be a salmon, so how would I feel if my cat boyfriend ate salmon?" Metaphors weren't his strong suit... clearly. But this one kinda worked.