She peered down at the egg as he spoke, more than a bit curious by that. "And merely time in the earth, a special kind of earth that is, does this to it. How curious," she said, poking at it a bit to the yolk.

She glanced up at him and then spooned up a bit of all. She stared at it again for a long moment, considering it.

"I'm still not sure what I think of it," she admitted. "Without the rice, I don't think I could handle it," she admitted. Even as she took the bite.

Her nose wrinkled up and she put down her spoon as she worked on chewing, grabbing her cup to drink tea to get it down. The combination of the sulfury taste and the texture was a bit more than she could handle but she kept it down.