"I thought we were acquaintances, at least. And I did just drink your tea."

With a shrug Kahlil drops one of the small fruits between them on the table, and pops the other into his mouth whole, chewing with a thoughtful look on his face. The uneaten fruit glitters in the soft light of the cafe like a strange gem. It'll disappear in an hour if uneaten.

He raises both eyebrows.

"I figured the sweetness might help with the bitter aftertaste, but maybe that defeats the purpose of your friend's experiments."