human
What do you want to walk away for? said he.
gpt
Stay and finish your soup.
human
But where is the soup?
gpt
Ah, he replied.
human
This is the first meal you have had on the Moon. You see, the people here only live on the smell of food. The fine, lunar art of cookery consists in collecting the exhalations that come from cooked meat, and bottling them up. Then, at meal-time, the various jars are uncorked, one after the other, until the appetites of the diners are satisfied.
gpt
It is, no doubt, an exquisite way of eating, I said;
human
Oh, no, you will not, said he.
gpt
You will soon find that a man can nourish himself as well by his nose as by his mouth.