“Caviar. How very nice of them,” Carol said, looking inside a sandwich. “Do you like caviar?” “No. I wish I did.” “Why?” Therese watched Carol take a small bite of the sandwich from which she had removed the top slice of bread, a bit where the most caviar was. “Because people always like caviar so much when they do like it,” Therese said. Carol smiled, and went on nibbling, slowly. “It’s an acquired taste. Acquired tastes are always more pleasant – an hard to get rid of.”
