[He thinks he remembers hearing about this "oden" before, but he's pretty sure that was a person and not a food. He gazes once more into the trays, the smell causing his mouth to water despite himself.]

N-no. At least, I don't think so. We never had anything like this where I came from.

[Again, the only thing even remotely like this back home were the field kitchens they were sometimes tasked with deploying.]

Would it be okay if I try some? Ah-- preferably without meat, though! I... I'm not really a big meat-eater.

[It reminds him entirely too much of the taste of blood, and that's a taste he'd prefer to avoid whenever possible.]