Vreta laughed for a moment, though he still took his time to try this “kedgeree” before continuing. “I’m not sure that I would ever classify memory loss as a ‘good’ thing, myself.” He said to Freyr. “If for no other reason than it is nice to remember the things you enjoy. From what I remember of the club, there were a lot of drinks and dancing to be had for all of us. I distinctly remember you joining in some kind of organized dance with a group of Tindrel, which is impressive considering you have half as many legs as would be needed for that.”

Vreta paused briefly again to have another few spoonfulls of the mixture Kalax had put together. He had little doubt that the dish tasted fundamentally different to him than it did to them. As omnivores, they had a taste for plant-based foods, where as the grains and some of the other ingredients were much more naturally bland to him. Fortunately, he did quite like both fish and eggs, and the butter added considerable flavor for him. 

“If you like, I could give you my recording of the evening, Freyr. I wasn’t watching you the entire time at the club, but it might jog your memory. Although, I will admit I’m not too sure what you got up to after we came here. I lost track of you once I started mating with the Agent here. Maybe the others can help remind you as well?” Vreta remarked in a distinctly casual, matter-of-fact tone.