Flynn, at least, manages a smile and then a small huff of laughter. Darlington actually took a great deal of care to answer, and so any sting from having it once again confirmed that he really just doesn't taste things the way other people do is gone. His own tea steams up, cheerful despite their predicament.

"Then I suppose it really wouldn't count as bizarre," he says around the rim of his own cup, relaxing, "and so we'd have to discount it. Everyone thought putting mustard on my waffles was a horrible idea, so maybe I'd serve them that, in the hopes they'd agree with me that it's interesting?"