<em>- Bo at dinner with others -</em><br/><br/>As Bo ate his soup, and then cut into the main course of bacon wrapped chicken stuffed with mushrooms, he listened with pleasure as the others traded the first banter of strangers becoming acquainted.  Mila's teasing that he might not take much notice of the quality of the food was fairly close to the truth.  There was a time when fresh home cooking meant the world to him.  But experiences changed people, and while he was aware of how well-prepared the meal was before them, he didn't take particular notice of it, nor savor it as the others seemed to do.  He knew that he could walk out the front door of this beautiful castle spending the next six months sustaining himself with what he found on the island outside and be just as content.  Food meant very little to him.  As long as his body had the nutrients that it needed, then he would keep breathing.  And that was everything.<br/><br/>Bo laughed heartily at Marcus's joke.  It was a welcomed break from his reverie and was just the sort of thing that he missed from his days hanging out with the boys during down time.  He was thrilled that Nicci took it in stride so well.  And while he might not care much for the quality of the food he ate, his travels did expose him to many cultures.  He gave Nicci a playful grin, then glanced around at Mila and Mari, "Oh, I don't know about that Nicci, it might be that you, Mila and Mari might enjoy some hot sausage 'n batter."  He paused to allow a moment for the innuendo to settle in, then added with a casual bite of his chicken, "I won't speak for the guys, of course."<br/><br/><br/>