They've got... alien snacks? I kinda stopped looking once I saw the powdered donuts. It was easier.

[He was hungry and so doomed himself and company to eating vending machine donuts for several days before he could be convinced to actually try the mess hall food. The gloopy zero-gravity food fight put him off—and for something that was barely a month ago, it feels like so much longer. Living on the planet, making a life and a routine, it's still sort of surreal.

And it certainly contrasts being up here, a stone's throw away from the stasis room. Goddamn it, give him a bagel, alien chef. He just wants a bagel and some cream cheese.

But he does ogle that waffle a bit. Next to that, his bagel looks...] I'm not jealous, but holy shit.

[Gotta eat!! Ah-] Hey, do they do takeout up here? I should grab something for Snake...

[Like another bagel.]