DINNER FOR THE TWO humans looked like spaghetti bolognese, but it tasted like seaweed, and brick dust, and a graduation party hangover. It was as though the Transgalactic Council chefs had seen spaghetti bolognese but hadn’t the remotest clue what went into it, and even if they had, they hadn’t the slightest chance of getting the ingredients. As a vegetarian, it was important to Carrie that the meal contained no meat, and judging by the taste and the horrified reaction of Errruorerrrrrhch when she’d told her about her dietary requirements—as if she was some kind of monster for even suggesting the Council would provide dishes made from animals—she was confident that it didn’t.
From the look on Dave’s face as he chewed, she guessed he was adding the meal to the list of reasons why he didn’t
