No no no no. [ Please, Mister President, let's not hide behind formalities now. Tidus brings an elbow onto the table, leanings his jaw onto the fist now balled there to take it. Look at this very innocently interested face, the small curl of a smile. ]

It's fine. Why don't you tell me how you can't imagine anyone eating a mouthful of this and not choking on it? [ HEHEH. ] What's the part that makes you wanna gag? The taste? The texture?

[ He's using his singular free hand to pick up the toast through all this, giving up the pretence that are utensils. It looks like everything might fall off if he isn't careful, but he's getting it close to his mouth so far. ]

All the above?

[ Annnnd chomp. ]