I shook my head. "Strawberries I know. Cheesecake I do not. Is it almost entirely cheese?" Its texture, as he forked it, suggested it had been mixed with some binding and mollifying agent; not a simple round of cheese, but a melange. "I have learned, from an armored man, about cheeseburgers." I still did not know that man's name. "Now I learn of cheesecake ... this world is astonishingly inventive with its cheeses."

I gazed at the cheesecake, my appetite no doubt discernible.