[Well, that's one way to answer his question. Truthfully, Childe has put much more suspect things into his mouth before now so aside from a small noise of protest, he just crunches it down. After a few moments, he pulls a face.]

... that was disappointing. It doesn't really taste of anything. [a beat] If I drop dead tomorrow, it's your fault.

[It does make him wonder, though. Everyone has been so adamant about them collecting as much of it as possible but why?]

What makes it so valuable? I don't suppose you've been given any secret information, lieutenant?