It’s basically the same as eating pigs, cows, chickens, ducks, horses and on and on. Somehow the meat and dairy industry has done a great job of convincing us otherwise. A lot of small farms give names to their animals that are to be murdered. Maybe it’s a little harder to slaughter your cow or pig if it’s named Benji, Snowball or Baxter. Animals just want to roam free and raise their families too. The problem starts when some dude in Cleveland wants his veal scallopini for brunch. Then we have to take the baby away from the mommy cow and put it into a meat slicer. Maybe Rover, the baby veal, would rather play in the pasture instead of ending up in some guy’s gut. Try a grilled mushroom hero instead.
I wish you would write a fic where... Axel is a major foodie and Roxas is the pickiest eater on the planet and has the palate of a grade schooler. Anything even remotely exotic or "ethnic" is a big fat no for Roxas; he'll take blue box mac 'n' cheese over some gourmet, bullshit quattro formaggi any day of the week. Axel's determined to change that, if only he can figure out how to make Roxas see the error of his uncultured ways. Bonus points for making it sexy.