Bryce took a seat next to Foster, who sipped from a glass of water.
“Not hungry?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” replied Foster.
“Suit yourself, but this is the last real meat we have on board. It's synth protein from here until we refuel and resupply.”
Foster did not reply. Bryce studied him. Not a single trace of the Vendreel dust remained on his clothing. He continued leaning against the bar with his back to the room as Bryce took a bite of his dinner, relishing the spices of the shredded beef. He dipped a carrot into the mashed potatoes.
Facing Tabitha, he said, "We probably could’ve spread the meat around a bit more.”
“Best to eat it fresh,” Vernon grumbled.
“Good point.” Bryce took another bite, keeping a loose eye on his tablet displaying the ship’s system readouts.
Tabitha and Verno
