In fact, now that he thought about it, it was a little odd. Lyra had easily recognized each drawing. He considered himself more in-tune with the source of food than most of his peers—his grandparents had been farmers, after all—yet he wasn’t very skilled at identifying common cereals. He didn’t have to. He just read the package, and he assumed that whoever had packaged it knew what they were doing. So, either they normally ate it raw—which made a lot of sense—or they were remarkably well-informed for a modern society.