"True, it is," Kevin agreed. He did like sweet and sour sauce, and would probably now associate it with Su. Which, hopefully, would make him think of warmth and blankets and the lovely half-asleep state he was in and the feeling of her pressing against him from behind. Sweet and sour sauce would never be the same again - maybe all condiments would never be the same again. Maybe he'd actually like mustard! "Hm. If I were a condiment, I'd want to be maple syrup. That's the best condiment. But I don't know if I'm that sugary sweet."
Maybe he was. He was a nice person, only really mean when someone was mean to him, or when his life was in danger. "Okay," he said, at her suggestion, which seemed logical enough. "So long as you tell me about the results. If I taste bad, maybe I should... I don't know, coat myself in sugar every morning. Take a bath in it. At least I'd never go rotten that way. Sugar's a preservative, you know."