I can think of many fun things to do in a darkened room, Frau.
Like turn on the lights.
Sorry, Steve. I don't care for beans that much. I have consistency issues with all lentils except the white beans and those require copious amounts of cornbread and raw onions mixed in with them. I was always a finicky eater. A fact that drove my dear sweet mother into fits of despair trying to feed me.
As I got older, there was more than one occasion where I sat down and ate something that would normally turn my nose up and her jaw dropped .
I still remember the first time I tried an Olive. Something my dad always enjoyed with hamburgers. I spit it out poste haste. Then pop made the mistake of trying to make me eat it, ignoring mom's warnings the whole time.
Yes, I hurled into my plate. My brother followed suit almost immediately along with choice words from mom directed at dad. He never made that mistake again.
It's a wonder I didn't starve to death as a child.