The analogue for syxen is the human asks for a last meal, is served it, enjoys it, but describes it as 'almost perfect', to which the syxen apologizes and says they'll do better tomorrow. The syxen then draw more and more of their xisters into concensus to figure out what they're doing wrong in preparing the meal, until all resources are dedicated to the task instead of fighting.
Of course, humans would need to act fast, because it's only a matter of time until one of the syxen suggests uploading the captive's mind so as to directly interrogate their taste palate - or shortcut to electrically stimulating their pleasure center as they consume the meal until it burns out.
Of course, humans would need to act fast, because it's only a matter of time until one of the syxen suggests uploading the captive's mind so as to directly interrogate their taste palate - or shortcut to electrically stimulating their pleasure center as they consume the meal until it burns out.