A friend told me, following his words:
I had a few strict vegans. They said nothing to anyone, did not persuade, but managed to get it differently. They brought their food to each joint event, and demonstrately did not touch what you cooked. Even vegetables and greens. They also brought their tofu, cabbage, mushrooms and so on. Fuck your shampoos. Not to touch their food something defiled with meat.
And then I asked him once for their vegan tasting. I decided to knit. Eating their steamed, fried, baked vegetables, I said everything was very delicious, but better so. I got a pack of bacon from my pocket, broke the package with my teeth, and wrapped a piece, I don’t remember what a couple of layers of bacon. and eaten. The hatred in their eyes would be enough to burn the average size of the city. After that, they did not communicate with me for two months. Although I did the same as them. He just brought his food to someone else’s bowl.