Edwin: Why do you compare eating as a ghost to the act of swallowing sand? They are quite dissimilar experiences.
Charles: Come on, mate. Food doesn’t have any flavor for us anymore, and we can’t feel anything, so it’s like swallowing sand, innit?
Edwin: Charles, have you ever actually consumed sand?
Charles: Can’t say that I have.
Edwin: Well, different kinds of sand have distinctive flavors and textures, you know. Eating food as a ghost deprives us of sensing either flavor or texture, so—
Charles: Hang on, you’ve eaten sand?!
Edwin: …In my defense, it was for purely scientific purposes. And I was quite young at the time.
Charles: Scientific purposes.
Edwin: Sherlock Holmes can examine mud samples and identify their origin based on color and consistency. My methods may have been slightly more unorthodox—
Charles: You ate sand. Oh, I am never letting you live this one down, mate.
Edwin: A good detective does what he must.
Charles: How old were you at the time?
Edwin: Let us change the subject.
