Kahlil studies the vegetable a little bit more intensely before curiosity gives in and he bites it in half, his face immediately scrunching up. Yes, definitely pickled. Good thing his taste buds have adapted in these months here, otherwise it might've come right back up. It might be something Jack has begun to notice about him since they've lived together, or two things. The strange way he eats, everything in small, exploratory pieces, and the way he seems genuinely curious about so many things, even as simple as a root vegetable.

"Hmm?" he asks, swallowing the finally swallowing the one piece and taking another bite. He chews on it thoughtfully and with less of a scrunch to his nose this time. Both eyebrows raise, confused.

"Because you love to read."

He answers like that's the obvious answer.

And then, there's the scratching.

Kahlil's eyes immediately narrow. He doesn't ask Jack what is that? or do you hear that? Not after the month they've had. Instead, he's off the bed, landing silently on the floor without knocking over a single plate between them and crouching to look under the bed.