"Ugh." The Wanderer scrunches his face at the food. He isn’t a picky eater, but it’s been so long since he ate human food. He’d forgotten how bad it was. But then it hit him, maybe it was just his friend's awful cooking.

"Archons," he hisses, "are you trying to poison me? What made you think this thing could be edible?" He said, his tone seemed like he was irritated—he is irritated. Although, he's a puppet, he's clearly immuned to any poison. His indigo eyes glared, and crossed his arms.