“We’re close to an agreement,” the alien ambassador said telepathically. “I can almost, oh, what’s that gross thing you humans do?” The aliens were generally friendly, but their communication methods lacked tact, which had caused friction with human explorers since first contact.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” I said icily.
“The thing where you touch things with your slimy face hole.”
I sighed. “Taste,” I said. “The world you’re looking for is ‘taste.'”
“Of course. I can almost taste it.” The ambassador giggled, pleased with themself. I reminded myself that intergalactic peace was on the line and smiled politely.