"You like spicy like some people like heroin. Jeez," laughs Bella, and she wanders behind his chair and pats him on the head, swiveling her hand around to sit at the perpendicular seat.

"...You okay?" Bella says. "Did I run into some weird device/human cultural point of non-overlap or something?"

"I really like that," he sighs. "That thing you're doing. The touching my head thing. Do more of that."

Bella makes a bit of an awkward face. But she pets his hair. "Unused to the - what was it you called it, complex tactile information?" she asks.

"Yeah," he says, nodding a little. "I get some tactile sense in my other forms, but it just - it doesn't compare at all. And I had no idea taste was a thing until just now, pretty much, mmmmm now I can't decide between more touching and more taco."

"I am not actually obstructing your taco-eating adventure," Bella says dryly, scritching his scalp.

"But I'd have to pay attention to both things at once and that wouldn't be as good," he says, leaning into her hand again with a happy little sigh. "That is really nice."

"It's just me petting your hair, it's not like you're getting a shiatsu massage or something," Bella says. "Although I hesitate to name that because now I'm concerned that if you got one you would in fact explode."

"I would not," he says, grinning lazily. "Unless you mean the way humans do."

"Humans don't characteristically explode."

"They do too!"

"Have you been watching terrible science fiction or something?"

"No, c'mon, people talk about exploding with whatever-their-feelings-are all the time, they obviously don't mean literal explosions, work with me a little here."

"I have never claimed to explode with a feeling."

"Yeah," he snorts, "I bet you haven't."

"Well, I haven't," she says. "I don't think it's really a common turn of phrase. My arm's tired, you can eat your taco now," she adds, dropping her hand to the table.

Brilliance goes back to overenjoying his taco.

"Careful, if you eat the whole thing there won't be any of it left for you to marry," drawls Bella.

+I don't wanna marry it,+ he says, +I wanna eat it. Mmmmm.+

"How much food can you hold? Because I can unload some more leftovers on you if you want, we have, what do we have, tuna salad, a pasta thing, minestrone soup?"

"I have no idea," he says promptly, "let's find out!"

"Pff." She gets out the named items, and warms the two that need warming after passing him the tuna and a fork. She explains the mechanics of the fork.

Brilliance only stabs himself in the face by accident once! And he seems to treat this with the same general enthusiasm, if not the same specific intense enjoyment, that he does any other kind of bodily sensation.