It cleer, clear-lee ought to be gross, but isn't. [He takes another sip, thoughtfully.] I guess my taste buds really have been recalibrated.

[Which is slightly unsettling, but Alex sort of expected it to be the case.]

Other-me didn't have any in his use, usual body. Taste bud-zuh, I mean. And when he was human, he was kind of nuts about food.