After looking at the fork carefully, Daneel looks down at the pie. It seems strange to just... help himself, but he makes himself take a forkful.

It is delicious. Sweet, a hint of spice, fruit and flaky pastry. What he's eaten to this point has mostly been individual things, plain things, and they were good. This is a symphony of tastes, in comparison, so many different flavours coming together. No wonder humans put such stock in good chefs.

It's almost an effort to pay attention to Ned's side of the conversation.

"Many religions form a basis for morality rules," he observes, "or at least that has always been my understanding.