[When he sits down, Lance will find himself sitting across from another ostensible teenager, currently poking warily at their own meal of replicated fish. They look up at the sound of a stranger’s voice, golden eyes narrowing in confusion.]
“Food goo?”
[At this point, if it doesn't make this stupidly delicate body sick, they'd take it.]
2!
“Food goo?”
[At this point, if it doesn't make this stupidly delicate body sick, they'd take it.]