Arching a brow Dabi shrugged over the mention of there not being chopsticks, he'd used forks and stuff plenty of times. There were plenty of more western leaning places to eat, not that he really got to go out and eat being a villain on the run with no money. Still he eyes the meat for a moment before just leaning forward and, without actually taking the fork from César, just eats the venison.

Chewing a minute his face sort of screws up a bit at the gamey flavor before it grows on him.

"Not bad." There's a moment where he has to run his tongue over his teeth before continuing. "I just hate fish. The smell, the taste, it's gross. It was one of the more common things back home too. The others always raved about wanting sushi..." Magne never did get to share that with them all.