"Awesome! Eating with your fingers is much more efficient!" Neil says, reaching in to grab a handful himself. "I like the way Carmen thinks," he says, chewing his poutine happily.

"Very Canadian," he says, smiling. "Like poutine. Only poutine is tastier than Neil."

"Salt is healthy, though...at least I think. It's one of the three parts of a balanced diet. Sugar, salt, and poutine," Neil declares, nodding his head in agreement with himself.

"I used to do that. But apparently 'society' couldn't handle it," Neil says, rolling his eyes and eating another handful of poutine. "I like Carmen," he says, wiping the gravy from his face before smiling.

"I know! Why can't they let Neil be Neil and Carmen be Carmen?" he says. "You do? Really? That's the best news I've heard all day!"

OOC: I think I know the picture you're referring to. It is quite disturbing to see such metal guys having actual fun.

"I don't know. Most people...well, most women don't like me," Neil says, shrugging. "I'm fine with it, though. I mean all my friends ditch me to go be with women or their wives." He pets Cappy, who's eating happily from the container of poutine. "Well, since I'm not with my friends I could look at it like I'm ditching them to be with you. That's a lot better than them ditching me to be with other people," he says, looking at Carmen. "Does that make any sense? I don't make sense alot."

"I like to hang out with you.." Neil says, scooting a bit closer to her. "We can hang out anytime you like."

"Two odd peas in an odd pod," Neil says, smiling as she hugs him. "Hey, I think I know who you are now - you make music, right?" he asks. "I know you from the internet!"

"I do!" Neil says, smiling. "Do you know me? Or, uh, my band? You probably won't. We're a bit..." he thinks, "...extreme."

"Like...this," he says, pulling out his phone. He plays "Hammer Smashed Face" by Cannibal Corpse, grunting along with the lyrics happily. "THERE IS SOMETHING IN ME! IT'S COMING OUT! I FEEL LIKE KILLING YOU!" Cappy starts barking as soon as Neil starts singing. "I get it, Cappy, I'm not as good as Sam. Eat some more poutine," he says. Cappy complies.