[He has no fucking clue what food goo is, but he can take a guess, considering he's eating something that the replicator had spit out. Yeah, definitely not... what anyone wants to actually eat.
But it's an unfamiliar face, and he's pretty sure that he's met most of the people on board. Or at least know what they look like. You can only run into the same 75 odd or so people so many times in 5 months and not get a sense of memory towards it.
Sitting down next to Lance, he offers a small token of suggestion-]
Toast, man. If you can't handle this shit, eat the toast. It's bland and you get what you're lookin' for without getting your hopes up. You can't go wrong with bread.
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But it's an unfamiliar face, and he's pretty sure that he's met most of the people on board. Or at least know what they look like. You can only run into the same 75 odd or so people so many times in 5 months and not get a sense of memory towards it.
Sitting down next to Lance, he offers a small token of suggestion-]
Toast, man. If you can't handle this shit, eat the toast. It's bland and you get what you're lookin' for without getting your hopes up. You can't go wrong with bread.