"Uncle Ken taught me to box as well. But Mother disapproved of Uncle Ken's methods." He gave his cousin a bit of a smile. Venus always feared that if he learned too much aggression, he would become the monster they feared mutually.
"Uncle Ken and Father often argued over my lessons. Uncle Ken would tell my Father he was coddling me too much and it was hindering my process as a man. Father would then tell him that I was not being trained to be a prize fighter. That he just wanted me to be able to defend myself if I had to."
The subject soon was changed at the mention of food. That made Dolemeck really smile and his alright bright green eyes light up more.
"Mexican? Yes, actually. There is this nice little cantina that just opened up! They have this great dish with guacamole, corn salsa rice, beans, and chicken! And no, it is not a taco bell or some fast food place." Dolemeck knew his food. He was passionate about trying every type of food there was on Earth. It could lead one to assume there was nothing like what humans eat in limbo. "It's wonderful! They said they get all the produce locally!"
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