You saw the whole of the moon

I did it, I took the ultimate masochistic tastebud plunge and ordered a durian smoothie at Hong Kong Noodles. Durian, the alleged "king of fruits," delicious to some and so overpoweringly disgusting to others that in Singapore it is banned from buses and ferries. It kind of smelled like a plastic gasoline fart and tasted sort of like onion custard. Lizard and Mara were revolted. Apparently I do not have a fundamental problem with oniony custard, because I didn't think it was all that bad. If I really really wanted to, I could probably acquire that taste. If I wanted to lose all my friends and spend outrageous amounts of money importing durian, anyway.