"Mm, worth asking around, I suppose," he admits, and makes mental note to do just that. Seems like just the sort of nonsense he's come to expect of this place.

It's hardly even something he thinks about, as Lan Zhan offers him the end of his fork, and he leans in to try it. The taste is creamy and sweet and unlike anything he's tasted. The texture something between a jelly and a sweet rice paste.

"Really sweet," he agrees, before perking up a bit, "oh, actually! I have been meaning to ask, but... it's kind of dangerous, I think, to talk over those Empathy devices. So, since I have you here, have you heard of someone called March?"