I think I'm going to get down and just take a little bit of the smear and just... Oh, it tastes anything. Megan's intelligence check. 19 plus five. No, plus three. Plus three. Yeah. Well, it's a combination of things. Your chemical history and heightened goblin senses for waste product. Yeah, there's hints of excrement. No, I'm just going to reablast him. Oh, it's gone! What? No! No! No! No! All right. Oh, diarrhea. Stop it, Sam! Okay. This is your fault. So, they're eating at home. There's like a... A hint of... Almost like an iron-like aftertaste. Something oxidizing. Somewhere in the water. The water itself. I think hint of a kind of sulfurous poy from the water or things breaking down in the water. Nothing that catches your immediate attention. Except for... Oh my god. She's not like a role-playing. I didn't even put it together. That's not what it's like. You begin to... Because you're old so high that faint, faint iron aftertaste is familiar. Familiar? It reminds you of when you've licked a wound or bit your lip. It's very faint. The fact that you... Because you're old that high, you're like... This is... This is bloody stool. Oh, god. Oh, god. How did you know that? I know this taste. I know it well. Nobody is going to ask you why you know that. Just so we're clear, you don't need to explain. You know, like crinkles where you just can't have one. So what are you guys doing?