[He is totally teleporting. No one can, in fact, prove he's not teleporting -- including himself -- so it's clearly a case of Schroedinger's personal transportation. This makes about as much sense as suddenly having no tastebuds and suddenly having cat maids and bunny maids call you master (they did not call them master).

Subete will just wave his hand airily about it because for the moment he at least knows where he is, nominally, and is not going anywhere else yet because it's nice knowing where he is. Everything is fine, OK.

Have a small laugh.]

It probably isn't as bad as Tantalus! But don't you think it's pretty terrible to be in such a situation, have such beautiful food right there, and yet have it taste like... what does it taste like? Paper? Cardboard?

[It's a genuine question!!!! Have you been eating cardboard, kiddo.]