Purgatory just shrugs. "I really have no idea. I've never tasted anything before, and I really don't have any impressions on food." It looks over at Lyn. "Odin? As in the Norse God? Naming conventions are very strange in these times." It looks around the shop. "Would you happen to know enough to assist in the construction of a device? With some many things around, I'm certain we can fashion the object I need." Purgatory was now definitively planning something.