Good for your noodle soup

In the basement the smell of the soup is foreign.  The table supports its. It stimulates the right senses. But here it is alien. There is no one to share it. But most of our lips have shared it. The spoon was probably more than four of you's at one time or another these past days if you consider ownership that way. What is the cadence of how we share? What are the ingredients of what we share? You are my teacher. Thank you. I will continue to share this soup with you.