Answer:
What tastes better than it smells?
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I am easy to see, but no one likes looking at me. Without me, there would be no you. What am I?
I am the kind of soda you must not drink.
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.