"I once invited one of them to a party with some mortals I'd found and they couldn't the least bit understand what the mortals were there for or why freezing them would defeat the point."

"Were the mortals all right, afterwards?"

"Well yes, I wasn't going to let the blundering of my less cosmopolitan kin ruin the party."

"I'm glad of that. What do they do all day, that parties are not merely unappealing but incomprehensible?"

"Oh it varies. Spin protons in different directions, form nebulae, metaphorical checkers. Though I do think it was the mortals they found incomprehensible more than the party."

"Parties are just concentrations of people; everything else about them varies. My mother used to say they were like soup that way, with two soups not necessarily sharing any ingredient other than water."

"What a delightful saying."

"Unfortunately she later found out about a waterless soup, but yes."

"The sheer variety of foods you mortals have managed to invent is quite astonishing."

"Do you even eat?"

"I have no need to rely on such inferior sources of energy."

"Never even to taste it! I suppose it would look pretty silly if you were imagining calories were the only important variable."

"Well, I can also tell the chemical composition down to the smallest atom of your meal without anything so primitive as tasting it."

"Do you see, and hear, or just know things about how waves are behaving?"

"I suppose I've picked up those habits from you bipeds."

"Well, you could try tasting at some point. Or at least smelling, if you feel eating as a source of enjoyment is inextricable from its necessity. Though I have to say I think this stuff is an acquired taste." She gestures at the bowl of priv she's working through slowly.

"What would you reccomend?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you want to start with something relatively introductory or go straight for something in contention for the peak of the genre, but I'm fond of strawberries."

A flash of light later and they are each of them holding a strawberry.

"Bon appetit." Nom.

Nom.

"That feeling! The sweetness!! The watery sugar filling my mouth! The outer skin giving way to such a delightful interior as to flash the very concept of the strawberry's nature directly into my being! 

Q swallows, still beaming.

Isabella giggles, just a little bit. "I'm glad you like it!"

"How you biologicals manage to make so much out of such a paltry sensory apparatus is beyond even my lofty intellect."