"God, right? The shit on the ship was, like, fine, or whatever," stuff that was technically actual food but had been preserved to hell and back to get it safe for long-term storage in space travel, always at least a little bland, "but ugh. Last couple years. I never wanna see another MRE again in my life."
She's not really that fussy but damn, she'd like her food to at least taste decent. All of this is a real upgrade.
"I'll help uh—" vague spinning hand gesture as she chews and finds words, "finish patching up the shit around the planting area later this week, I guess. Speaking of fuckin' vegetables."
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"God, right? The shit on the ship was, like, fine, or whatever," stuff that was technically actual food but had been preserved to hell and back to get it safe for long-term storage in space travel, always at least a little bland, "but ugh. Last couple years. I never wanna see another MRE again in my life."
She's not really that fussy but damn, she'd like her food to at least taste decent. All of this is a real upgrade.
"I'll help uh—" vague spinning hand gesture as she chews and finds words, "finish patching up the shit around the planting area later this week, I guess. Speaking of fuckin' vegetables."