Methos doesn't remember what his favorite food was in his first life. A few (actually many, but it's not like he was counting) lifetimes down the road of time, someone asks and he realizes he has no answer.
"Favorite food?" he says, as though he has been asked a riddle. He pauses for a moment on the road (literal, this time, he's traveling with a group of nomads for a few months because he hasn't yet decided where to settle into a new self) to think, and the child who asked the question pauses with him.
"I don't know he," he says, and continues walking. "What's yours?"
"Apples," the girl replies. "but none of them are ripe yet, so my mother says I have to wait."
"Well, maybe I shall try your apples when they are ready. Maybe they can be my favorite, too."
When he puts together his next life, Methos remembers that conversation. 'What /is/ my favorite food?' he thinks.
Years pass, then decades and centuries, and every time he's asked the question he gives a different answer. Sometimes it's a local specialty, and everyone else in town eats it just as much as he does. Sometimes it's anything from a particular cook, and his friends tease him. Sometimes he'll say it's beer, if for no other reason than that people like Duncan MacLeod will argue that beer doesn't count as food. One time, the answer is "the blood of my enemies".
But every time he builds a new life, a new self, and thinks about who he's going to be, the first thing he decides is what his favorite food will be this time.
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Date: 2014-03-07 12:38 am (UTC)"Favorite food?" he says, as though he has been asked a riddle. He pauses for a moment on the road (literal, this time, he's traveling with a group of nomads for a few months because he hasn't yet decided where to settle into a new self) to think, and the child who asked the question pauses with him.
"I don't know he," he says, and continues walking. "What's yours?"
"Apples," the girl replies. "but none of them are ripe yet, so my mother says I have to wait."
"Well, maybe I shall try your apples when they are ready. Maybe they can be my favorite, too."
When he puts together his next life, Methos remembers that conversation. 'What /is/ my favorite food?' he thinks.
Years pass, then decades and centuries, and every time he's asked the question he gives a different answer. Sometimes it's a local specialty, and everyone else in town eats it just as much as he does. Sometimes it's anything from a particular cook, and his friends tease him. Sometimes he'll say it's beer, if for no other reason than that people like Duncan MacLeod will argue that beer doesn't count as food. One time, the answer is "the blood of my enemies".
But every time he builds a new life, a new self, and thinks about who he's going to be, the first thing he decides is what his favorite food will be this time.