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"So?"
Ilya took another large bite of his lamb shawarma, chewing contentedly. "You understand I have already eaten this," he finally said when he swallowed. "Boston has shawarma. New York has shawarma. Much of America, in fact—"
His teammates actually booed him, exaggerated and nearly laughing.
"Could've mentioned before we dragged you here!" Dykstra groaned.
Ilya just laughed. "I like shawarma. I am not going to object to having food I like."
"But the point is trying new things!"
"Did you put Dillon through this too?"
"Thanks, Rozanov," Dillon laughed. "No, don't you assholes start, I've played here long enough."