You humans do this thing? [He shakes the half-eaten cracker in his hand.] Complicating perfectly decent meat with other nonsense.
Like. Okay. Mashing it up? Fine. Weird, but whatever. [He shoves it a few inches from her face so as to see it. Caliborn refrains from actually smearing her with it.]
But this. What the hell is in this. Spices? Why. [Hi, Euphie.]