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"What do you mean you've never tried poutine?"
"I had better things to do in Canada than try weird foods. Kick ass on ice, for one."
"It's like the Canadian food, man!"
Ilya rolled his eyes, though he wasn't serious.
"What's happening?"
"Rozanov's never tried poutine before!"
"What?"
"I was playing for Boston!" Ilya objected.
"Yeah, well, you're playing for Ottawa now," Dykstra grinned. "No excuses."
Ilya groaned, loud and put-upon. "Fine, I will try your gross gravy and fries thing."
His teammates cheered. Ridiculous, every one of them.
Worse, it was far better than he'd expected it to be.