I had considered it. Now I'm here, though, I think I'll wait to hear your recommendation.

[She can't really smell it, so her gauge for its spiciness or general flavor is gone completely. The soup looked innocent enough; it's the council's opinion of the curry she really wants.]

Ah...but you might, perhaps, consider one last encounter with your napkin, first.

[There is still curry on his face. Is all. She'll even slide him a clean one.]