(Originally written for a QueerSciFi collaboration, I've adapted this short story to fit this week's prompt - "potential" for The_Weekend_Write-In)

Georg watched his lover anxiously from the other side of the room. He was deep in concentration, the tip of his tongue protruding from his lips as he laid the final piece of gold leaf on top of his masterpiece. He stood back to admire the effect. A tower of tiny choux buns, filled with custard and draped with hair-fine caramel stood before him.

It looked delicious.

"What do you think? Have I overdone the caramel?" asked Pol, sensing Georg's presence.

"It looks perfect!" Georg assured him, firmly.

Pol was silent for a moment, studying his creation. Then he smiled. "I think I've done it! This one is my best yet. Here, taste the custard." He thrust a teaspoon in Georg's direction.

Dutifully, Georg took the spoon and raised it to his lips. Though the bright green colour was a little alarming. A strange look came over his face as he tasted the mixture.

"Zucchini and parsnip," announced Pol, proudly.

"Interesting," said Georg, bravely swallowing.

"What do you think?"

"Er... well, it's certainly different. Definitely innovative!"

"You don't like it!" said Pol, his face falling.

"Probably an acquired taste," offered Georg hastily. "Let me try it again."

Pol scooped up some of the mixture into two teaspoons and handed one to Georg. Their eyes met as they tasted.

"It's horrible, isn't it?" admitted Pol, with a reluctant smile. "I swear it tasted better before, when I was making it!"

"Nevermind," said Georg, giving him a hug and a kiss. "I'm sure it has potential! Human food is a whole new world to explore for androids. I still think it's marvellous that we can finally eat and digest food, instead of pretending. The flavour part will come soon, I'm certain. And by the way, I quite liked the strawberry and beetroot custard you made last time."