"Sweet and sour is a sauce, not a tool for lifting food to your mouth," Kevin pointed out. He shifted a little closer to her, too, wanting to find a comfortable position for both of them so they could fall back asleep if they wanted to. Though, he wasn't really complaining about being awake when they were talking. "Are we including condiments in this discussion?"
He wasn't sure what kind of condiment he'd be. He preferred sweet things, but he didn't know if he was a maple syrup kind of person. Unless, as the saying went, he was what he ate.
"Most tasting experiments are blind taste tests," he murmured. "But I don't know how you'd taste me without realizing you were tasting me. You'd have to be blindfolded in a room of other people you were tasting... or you'd have to cut off a piece of me and taste it."