Xel laughs. "Now I know how to cook for Borgia-kun; he has a Solaran tongue behind Lyzeillian teeth. I think I'll add amaretto and apricots to his recipe sometime, but for now..." He blurs again, and sets down a plate in front of Cesare, and a small dish of pepper and one of lime juice. "...We'll try it more or less in accordance with Borgia-kun's memories."
"Cantarella?" he asks with interest, putting the sauce together at a more followable pace, apparently blithely unaware of the discomfort that could be engendered by this topic in a chef's mouth. "I don't think I've heard of that one. It's a lovely name--one such as a poison should have, ne? A graceful guide out of life. It's a pity about the side effects so many of them have. Will you tell me about this one whose name was linked to this 'we' of yours?"