"Does he? How?"

Beat.

"Other than the tides, I suppose."

He stared down at the cup, then rolled his eyes and took it. Then took a taste.

Then shrugged. "It is not disgusting."

It was not particularly impressive, either. Then again, Damian was capricious, food-wise. He could eat whatever he had to, to survive. But he only enjoyed a very small number of foods.