You modern boys and your grocery stores, brimming to the gills with food all rotting away for want of someone to buy. So spoiled.

[She said it in a lightly teasing tone. Look, he fed her, so she could actually taste the food now instead of inhale it. She was in a mood to be conversational.

She shifted the cardamon over and took a bite, trying the flavor out a bit more carefully this time.]

...where'd this spice come from anyway? Wish we had this in my day.