Sidey looks in to Zach's cell, "This one's tastey." He said to Dianne, who looked at him confused. "How do you know what he tastes like? You've never tasted him before...have you?" Sidey laughed, "I taste my environment for food, my eyes aren't the most developed in the world and allow me to just see my surroundings...so, I tasted him through the air, so to speak, as my way of smelling." Dianne went to the cage, "Anyone else have a problem with this, or can I just let Sidey in?"