“Nikki thinks normal food tastes like dirt,” I interjected. “What’s good to you or me; what we consider well-seasoned? She hates it. The only stuff she'll eat that she actually enjoys is so heavily spiced that it's inedible to pretty much anyone else.” A corner of Nikki's mouth curled up. “I wouldn't say it’s inedible,” she started. “No, really, Nikki. It's pretty terrible,”
