[ Despite the broccoli, Adora finds herself grinning back, mostly on instinct. She doesn't want to admit that she isn't sure what half of those things are, either, so she just goes with it; deferring to Sam's clear expertise on the matter. ]

Yeah, it's a real shame about the garlic, and the [ with awful pronunciation, but clearly Trying: ] par-me-sharn. I bet that really ties it all together.

[ Nailed it. ]

At least there's coffee? Even if it tastes like something out of the Fright Zone's sewers. Not that I'm complaining — I mean, they're doing what they can for us, I know that, but I already miss real food.

[ Does she miss the routine and the physicality of the Horde sometimes? Yes. The food? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo. ]

... You seem like you're handling it well, though. Not your first time?