Not too often, to be truthful. Only one time or another, trying to help as I could.

[ Or as she thought she could, anyway.

Worry not, Hyperion, she will be the one to put an end to your suffering when she finally tastes her own food and a few seconds in, the taste settles in. ]

Oh... this is-- [ A wince, and she sets the spoon back down, covering her mouth. ] This is most foul! Why did you not say something?! It cannot taste good to you!