[She sits cross-legged on the bench seat across from Jaina. She starts to dig in automatically, table manners atrocious. The months on board still hadn’t taught her not to eat like it was her last meal. Even now she still half expected someone to try to take it from her or someone to bust in the door, guns blazing before she could finish. She squints at the other woman over a bite.]
Not sure I get it. Ya think people need more than this to be healthy?
[She’s used to so much less that she’s unsure what a normal diet is meant to look like.]
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Not sure I get it. Ya think people need more than this to be healthy?
[She’s used to so much less that she’s unsure what a normal diet is meant to look like.]
What’s food got to do with growin’?