Gun for a Dress

[Reeves]

With no further instructions on things to cut up or anything else to do, Morreti wraps up with his end of preparing the meal and uses the lull of his involvement to watch the food be cooked closely. It admittedly looked quite appetizing, even if there were elements of him which found the ingredients being used strange in their appearance. "Maybe we'll get rid of our stock of paste when we have the ability to actually grow and cook our own food. For now though, we manage with what we can get. Which isn't much." While not particularly averse to eating paste himself, it wasn't as if Morreti found it to be pleasant at this point, and he sincerely doubted any other xeno felt spoiled for the options their "cafeterias" provided them with.

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