"Oops, sorry." He blushed a bit as he grabbed a blindfold. "I'm Asher, by the way. I don't believe we've spoken before." He had seen her around a lot and she seemed nice enough. "Man, I really thought that was sprouts." Asher began to think again. It tasted green. Yes, he was sure it tasted green. Although, how would green have a flavor? He began searching his mind for something that could be that flavor. "Overcooked Cabbage? No, that would taste stinkier. How about grass?"