"If that's the case, I can't wait to find out what much better tastes like. "

He finally tries the salmon and is completely distracted by the perfect harmony of flavors. Better? Maybe he won't mind this hallucination as much if that is the case.

He's about to push that tiny and yet still sharp shadow of grief away, and show his appreciation for the main dish when he notices the shift in the magician's attention. How puzzling. And the not so random question is quite successful at taking him by surprise once more. Is the wine making him slow? He can't quite catch up with Eliot's thoughts no matter how long he looks at him.

"You could say so." he answers carefully. Since last year, the expression family history has acquired a completely different meaning to the Otus siblings. "There was some inbreeding on my mother's side, and her elder sister can be...violent."

He offers him an apologetic smile. He still doesn't wish to be mean to Eliot.

"Besides, since alternate worlds and magic don't exist, madness is far more likely."