Nick: That's a stereotype.
Cameron: The chicken thing? *Chuckles*
Nick: No, the fact that we eat dessert with fried chicken. *Laughs*
Cameron: I default to the words of a great comedian for this one. "All these years, I thought I liked chicken because it was delicious. Turns out I'm genetically pre-disposed to liking chicken."
*Nick and Cameron share a laugh*
Nick: To be fair, the fruit thing is a fox stereotype too. *Shakes head* Ever since someone penned that 'Fox and the Grapes' story, foxes have always been associated with grapes...which is only half right...
Cameron: *Chuckles* So what's your Achilles 'peel'? *Cameron bobs his brows to emphasize his 'pun', only for Val to let out a groan in reply*
Nick: Oh Blueberries, paws down. *Laughs* My perfect day ends with a piping hot slice of some of Carrot's Mom's Blueberry pie served with a dollop of vanilla ice cream...*Runs his tongue across his muzzle, patting his stomach appreciatively before striking a rather conspiratorial expression and cupping a paw to the side of his muzzle. Nick leans in, speaking in soft tones.* Don't tell Carrot's, but Misses Hopps pie may be better than rutting, by Saint Robin's Quiver I swear it.
Cameron: *Rolls his eyes, chuckling softly* Well, I wouldn't go that far with my own favorite fruit, but I will admit it has worked its way into the bedroom once or twice...*Snickers*
Val: *Now clasping her paws to her ears* DAD!
Cameron: Oh hush Motobug, This conversation doesn't concern you...
Val: UUUUGGGGHHH...
Cameron: For my wife Marian, she was all about pears. *Shakes head* I always found them too bitter myself, too gritty, but she just loved a nice succulent pear on a warm summer's day. *Chuckles* Her personal favorite dish was a simple baked pear, and much like you she loved it ala mode.
Nick: And what about you old timer? *Snickers*
Cameron: *Rolls eyes* Old?! I'm what, ten years older than you at most? *Shakes head* No, but me? I'm all about Honey Crisp Apples...crispy, sweet, tart...*Laps at his own muzzle* So tasty on their own, but then you go ahead and slather them in caramel and....*Shudders* Makes my tail fray with pleasure with every bite.
Val: Are we done now, can we-?
Cameron: Of course Marian wasn't great at making caramel apples, though to be fair I wasn't any better at baked pears.*Chuckles* Though I'm blessed that Clover both likes apples as much as I do, and makes a mean caramel apple herself...not to mention she makes an amazing apple pie that's ju-!
Val: CAN WE BE DONE PLEASE!?
Cameron: Oh, Val...are you feeling left out? Did you want to chime in?
Val: *Crosses her arms and huffs* No...
Cameron: Val has always been big on strawberries, and my adopted daughter Ellie loves Raspberries. *Chuckles* Though granted she's not a fox...Oh, and Cassie. My youngest now, she's a sheep and she loves grapes, the green ones specifically...
Val: Hey, that wasn't like-! Me giving permission to tell everyone my favorite fruit on my behalf!
Cameron: *Shakes head* Vy-fly, you're twenty-two now, you really must outgrow these social tantrums you love throwing whenever I'm trying to socialize around you.
Val: Socialize fine, just leave me out of it!
Nick: *Shakes head* I don't think that's something you ever outgrow when it comes to your parents..Just the other day I whined, honest to the gods, whined, because my mom fixed my lapel in front of Carrots after we had lunch the other day at her place. *Chuckles* It was involuntary, it left my muzzle before I was even aware it was happening...
Cameron: *Sighs* Some things never change I guess...*Chuckles* I'll just have to wait until the day comes where Val has her own kits to whine at her about how she's 'embarrassing them'.
(20 Years Later)
Val: Well, Melody loves those nasty cotton candy flavored grapes, and Marian, being the 'drama queen' she loves to pretend she is, likes to say she loves red grapes, but in truth it's peaches.
Melody and Marian: MOOOoooOOOOOM!
Val: *Pauses, with a dawning horror* Saint Robin's Quiver...I'm my Dad...
