<em>- Bo, after a long pause -</em><br/><br/>David seemed like a decent sort, Bo thought, as he polished off his plate of assorted fruit.  While the introductions were made and conversation ensued, Bo helped himself to some hard boiled eggs.  He considered some of David's BDSM revelations.  It seemed that each of the members of this group had some sexual experiences that would be considered outside the norm back home in Texas.  Except Bo.  While he had discovered the poly lifestyle, and had been drawn to the idea of it ever since, he had generally been a one-to-one relationship kind of guy in practice.  Putting the sexual aspects of the poly lifestyle into practice was something that he was unsure about, and it seemed that of the group he was the one with the most vanilla history.  Though he was perfectly confident in his ability to figure things out and find the boundaries.<br/><br/>Bo was methodically separating his hard boiled eggs, eating only the white and leaving the yolk centers on his plate, like a pile of dark yellow acorns, while he listened to the others talk about their favorite breakfast.  He decided, as with other things, to be honest in his answer, even if he felt that it may disappoint.<br/><br/>"I'm a little like Mari," he said, giving her a quick smile.  "Only, while she runs because of how much she enjoys food, I have to eat a lot to fuel my body, because I love to remain active."  He paused a moment, his instinct making him feel that the truth wasn't very much fun.  "Honestly, what I eat isn't that important to me.  If you knew some of the things I've survived on, it would probably make you cringe."  He chuckled at the thought, mentally ticking off some of the food items in his head:  live bugs, worms, uncooked just caught fish, straining his own urine to make barely drinkable fluid, and anything else that would give his body the nutrients it needed to allow him to perform the task at hand.  Strangely enough, it was thoughts like these that caused him to feel a little tug of loss as he missed the camaraderie of his former teammates.  One of whom would surely now claim that their MRE's were the worst sustenance of all, and then they would all have a good laugh trying to upstage one another with the most disgusting food that they had ever eaten.  While some lies would inevitably be thrown in for fun, Bo knew that the people around this table would be shocked at how many of the things named would be true.  It was another small reminder of how his life experiences would always separate him from others who would never truly understand.  No matter how much he wished it were not so.<br/><br/>His musings taking only seconds, he continued in the spirit of the conversation, "I grew up with a lot of southern food.  If I had to go for taste, I'd pile some scrambled eggs on a lightly toasted homemade buttered biscuit, add some crisp bacon, and a little maple syrup.  Yeah, a good ol' bacon, egg, and syrup biscuit ever now and then is pretty good.  But a lot depends on the biscuit, and I don't think we're gonna get any Texas biscuits around these parts."<br/><br/>He threw the last bit of egg white into his mouth as he finished speaking.  Then washed it down with a swallow of juice.<br/><br/>