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KIONI moved my fork through the pale heap of mush on my plate, trying to find a way to let Wren down gently. This stuff was awful. Mashed potato, she’d called it. She’d wanted us to try some human food. The fabricated meat hadn’t been too bad, and I could drink an entire jug of the brown sauce she’d had the ship make for us, but this gooey mash wasn’t to my taste at all.
The other guys had already emptied their plates, except for Raf, who was pushing small green balls from side to side. Peas. They were hard to eat – they kept falling off my fork – but edible. Raf stared at them with distaste. He didn’t realise that Wren was watching him with a smirk. She seemed to enjoy the show.
“Do you eat this a lot back on Earth?” Vuk asked. He’d leaned back, his long legs stretched out beneath t
