"I...guess they're fish." They could be fish. They swim, right? Honestly, she's never really thought about it.

She's never really thought all that much about the makeup of onion dip, either, but the prospect of dairy on a world with no cows is alarming enough to give her pause. CT stills, eyeing Taako warily.

"So...what's your 'tolerable dupe' for dairy?" Or is this another one of those questions she'd be better of not knowing the answer to?