More scribbling. "Yeah, that sounds pretty gross," he said. He looked up and grinned. "One time when I was a kid I wasn't paying attention and my youngest sister switched out the sandwich I'd been eating with one filled with dead crickets and part of a snake skin to see if I'd notice. Yeah... I didn't." He grimaced fondly--if grimacing fondly could be said to be a thing, which it usually was when he thought about Antimony Price--and rubbed at the back of his head. "It's not the best substitute for turkey and Swiss."
He cleared his throat. Back to the subject. "How quickly does it happen? Do you start to clear up, or get memories or personality traits, I mean? Faster than normal digestion?" He winced. "That's not yes or no, is it?"