[ Give him a moment, or two, or maybe three. Blindly he takes the bowl tightly and spits, frantically almost, as if the motion alone would rid the taste from his mouth. ]
Y─ [ He coughs and groans. ] Yes. Vishante kaffas, I have never tasted so foul in my life.
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Y─ [ He coughs and groans. ] Yes. Vishante kaffas, I have never tasted so foul in my life.