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There is a Linguini inna Milliways with a bowl of those little conversation hearts provided by Bar, presumably because she noticed he isn't otherwise occupied on this particular day and not because she wants him to e-mail her.
Except he's unsure about whether or not they're even meant to be eaten, due to two conflicting pieces of sensory information:
a) they taste like chalk,
b) they taste like vaguely fruit-flavored chalk. Or sugary, at any rate.
So he's examining one, like a diligent diamond-cutter. It's probably some kind of meta-statement about Linguini that he's in a bar where animals talk and you can see infinity, and maybe!candy with words on it is sending him into paroxysms of confusion.
Except he's unsure about whether or not they're even meant to be eaten, due to two conflicting pieces of sensory information:
a) they taste like chalk,
b) they taste like vaguely fruit-flavored chalk. Or sugary, at any rate.
So he's examining one, like a diligent diamond-cutter. It's probably some kind of meta-statement about Linguini that he's in a bar where animals talk and you can see infinity, and maybe!candy with words on it is sending him into paroxysms of confusion.