"Curious."

"I told you it didn't taste the same to me or Loel, I'm not sure why it tasted like that to you."

"Even more curious," says Ekador.

"Maybe he just actually got soap in my breakfast?" shrugs Aleko. "Anyhow, I'm glad we don't put soap or soapy herbs or whatever in our food around here."

"I don't think he got soap in your breakfast. I don't know how to explain it."

"Did you identify which herb was at fault?"

"The only thing I didn't recognize was a leaf that Loel thought of as 'cilantro'."

Ekador considers, then says, "I haven't heard of it, at least not by that name."

"Or," says Aleko, "there was soap on my plate, that would also explain it. Why would cilantro taste nice to you and him and not to me?"

"If it was the herb and not accidental soap, it's interesting that it did," says Ekador.

"Do you have a theory?" inquires Kiri.

"Not yet."

"I don't see why it's worth theorizing about."

"If we discover an explanation, perhaps it will help you avoid other things that mysteriously taste like soap to you and not other people," Ekador suggests.

"Nothing else tastes like soap. Except soap."

"So before you encountered this 'cilantro', you would have said that nothing tastes like soap except soap. Who's to say there isn't another thing like it somewhere?"

"This conversation is starting to make it sound like I eat soap every changeday or something. Come to think of it I have no idea why I know what soap tastes like."

Ekador giggles.

"Couldn't tell you. I wonder what Loel's making for dinner."

"Hopefully soap isn't involved."

Ekador giggles again.

"I'm gonna go check, actually." Up he gets and he goes looking for the kitchen.

Where Sarelle and Loel are animatedly discussing the differences between Thiyecine and Welchin cooking. Well, animatedly on Loel's part.

Sarelle is more animated than usual but this is not a high bar to clear.