"Spice always tastes like your most beloved food. It's theorized that this is your body telling you to eat more of it." She took her own mug and sipped, felt a number of flavors that managed to not clash: pastries from the market at Keen, fish soup at Chapterhouse (the first time she'd tasted any kind of seafood), protein bars after a hard workout. "Hack? How have I cut you?" She asked bemusedly, for that was the ancient meaning of the word and she was completely ignorant of the computorial meaning.