HIM: I see that this is allegedly multi-sensory bubble bath.
ME: Sure. It probably tastes like chocolate and sounds like a steam engine.
HIM: Surely there's more to it than that.
ME: I expect it also feels like being poked repeatedly with a pencil eraser. It's educational.
HIM: I mean -- this is the twenty-first century. We don't just believe in five senses anymore. There's proprioception, and temperature, and, uh, whatever the sense of acceleration is called.
ME: Oh, good point. So it's a hash bath, is what you're saying. Where are my hands? I lost track of them again. Oh, here they are, under the bubbles.
HIM: AAAAH AM I MOVING?! Oh, no, I'm not, it's just the bubble bath. Right.
ME: And actually, tasting like chocolate is totally old news. There's probably been chocolate-flavored bubble bath since 1963.
(We put Jane in the bath. She seems to enjoy it.)
ME: Jane, is it a festival of the senses? Does it smell like loneliness and taste like the number four?
HIM: (fiddling with the laptop) Does it taste like THIS?
But no, actually, it's just blue. SCIENCE!