[If the staff is making eye contact, he might just flinch away. Creepy, definitely creepy. It's probably slightly better than the lemons making eye contact with him, but only just barely. He'll just mind his business and let the staff do its thing.]

Sure! One of those uh, palate cleansers, yeah? All fancy and stuff!

[Three scoops of ice cream are plunked into a bowl and flanked by two spears of pickles. He repeats the process with a second bowl, then grabs two spoons. He brings it over to the table, setting one in front of Pure Vanilla and one in front of himself.]

I liked to experiment with food. And there were some things that people didn't like as much. Ice Cream was a bit of a commodity, but pickles? Not everyone loved those. So I could eat as many as I wanted without causing issues!