I think that's wise.

[ She is so sorry, Amada. She realises that now she should never have made her junior taste such a monstrosity. The wince is all the evidence that she needs. It's awful. ]

I suggest we banish this concoction from the dish and our minds and palates as quickly as possible.

[ And they haven't even gotten to completing the main event yet and she's already reaching for the water. She fetches a glass of it for herself and Amada, handing him a glass first before quickly taking a sip of her own. ]

... The taste really does linger, doesn't it?

[ Or perhaps it's just burnt onto her brain at this point. Such that no amount of water cleansing can wash it away. ]