[Orga whistles.] Fancy. [Yeah, a "balanced diet" with actual, bona fide meat that came from an actual once-living animal and a variety of grown vegetables was pretty privileged from his perspective. But the Third Group had typically eaten what the rest of the CGS had eaten: gruel made from cheap grains, what few vegetables could be farmed on Mars, and artificial proteins. After coming from that, made by their own hands (and, by extension, not tasting all that great), all the food that Atra had been able to make from their supplies seemed like a divine gift.
He wonders what she might be able to do with some really decent ingredients. Something to look into when he gets back, maybe. Just so long as there was a meatless option for those of his crew that still felt weird about it.]
Yeah, sure. I don't have any place to be. [Maybe he should get a job, but, well. Then he'd be less free to wander around and befriend others who'd gotten swept away into this coven business.]
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He wonders what she might be able to do with some really decent ingredients. Something to look into when he gets back, maybe. Just so long as there was a meatless option for those of his crew that still felt weird about it.]
Yeah, sure. I don't have any place to be. [Maybe he should get a job, but, well. Then he'd be less free to wander around and befriend others who'd gotten swept away into this coven business.]
Lead the way.