As he showered that night, Illya thought over the month again. Most of the food had been excellent - though his opinion of gelatin products had not been improved by that tuna and gelatin monstrosity. Still, at least one dish every meal was an item that might be considered off-putting by appearance, smell, texture, or name.

A few meals? Possibly coincidence (not that he really believed in coincidence). Nineteen in a row? This was planned for some reason. Turning off the water and reaching for a towel, he decided he could wait. THRUSH excepted, Napoleon couldn't keep a secret.