[She doesn't really want her goop, but she lets out a long suffering sigh and toys around with the replicator for a second. When she finally joins him, it's with a tray full of something that looks vaguely like it could be some sort of hash scramble, if the potatoes were left out in the sun for a few weeks and the veggies were freeze dried. She joins Alex, plopping the tray down on the table and shaking her head.]
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What did I do to deserve this?