"...Yeah. I..." Jim sighs and shifts his gaze to anywhere else. "I don't...want to talk about it. But if you're gonna be cooking for folks, I mean. It makes sense. If I'm not allergic to it, chances are I've got a sensitivity toward it. Thank fuck I'm not allergic to alcohol. But strawberries, nuts, seafood...can't do it. I also can't have a bunch of the stuff they put in a lot of medicines, or polyhy-- phen...doesn't matter. It's a common thing in replicators, to synthesize sugars. Hasn't been invented yet, so it's no big."