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[merging]

What planet are you from?

Feel free to include sector, star system, everything. Just in case.

I thought this might be a good place to start as far as gathering information goes.

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[iustitia]

Hhhhhhhhuh. The white sounds right, but "cows"? We get milk from hoofbeasts. Sometimes musclebeasts? But only weirdos do that. And body builders. There's a lot of overlap in the two groups, in my opinion.

[The replicator finally churns out... something? Congratulations, it's a beautiful baby boy. And by boy I mean some particularly wilted bread and meat with a questionable consistency. As she takes a bite out of it, though, she has to admit that it at least has the unmistakable taste of turkey, so it's a win in her book.]

You know what? Screw it. I'll try to make something from home. Maybe today's my lucky day.

[She giggles to herself. Luck doesn't actually matter, but that's neither here nor there. She starts fiddling with the controls to get the machine to produce a simple grubloaf.]

Any luck over there?

[merging]

Weird... most of our milk comes from banthas, but you can milk other creatures too obviously. And bantha milk is blue, by the way.

[Ezra sighs as his latest attempt with the watch goes as well as the last one.]

Nope. I can't even post anonymously on this thing and it doesn't look like there's a way to make another account either. I think you'd have to find another comlink somewhere, or steal one. How goes the Alternian cuisine?

[iustitia]

One device, one account. Makes sense, I guess! At least you don't have to worry about a bunch of shill accounts all agreeing with each other.

[The machine is Done. The grubloaf is Finished. It is ime for Terezi to Meet Her Maker.

She returns to Ezra's table. Eyes wide. Look of shock. On the plate in her hands is a glob of green... something. It does not bear any resemblance to a grubloaf. It does not bear any resemblance to human food. It does not bear any resemblance to anything, except perhaps a biohazard that necessitates a team of people equipped in full impermeable hazmat suits to dispose of it.

She has to know how it tastes. She's come this far. She has to know.

With a trembling hand, Terezi digs her fork into the quivering mess of food, hesitantly raises it to her mouth, and...

BLUH!]

Uh.

How about I.

Not finish this.

[merging]

Sounds fine to me.

[Ezra laughs a little at... whatever that is, and Terezi's whole reaction. Not like there's any worry about wasting food on a station like this. Although maybe they could use it as some sort of fertilizer? He'll keep it in the back of his mind for later.]

Just wondering, but uh... is that how it's supposed to look?

[He's not here to judge alien cuisine, okay.]

Anyways, we should probably still be aware of the fact someone could steal a comlink and use it, even if it's not to some huge extent. Like I could've posted right now like hey everyone I'm Terezi and I... [He's searching for some great deep pull, but] I didn't eat all my vegetables.

[iustitia]

No. No, it is not.

[Terezi doesn't bother finishing it. She just sort of just gets up and... tips the plate into the garbage chute. Her dreams of a good homecooked meal: DEAD.]

Haha, that's what you're going with? Something as baby basic as not finishing my veggies? You gotta play with the big boys, Ezra. You gotta go hard. Try something like -- [she clears her throat and puts on her best impression of Ezra] -- "I'm Terezi and I don't floss every night!"

[merging]

[He laughs and gives her a look like, oh this is what we're doing now? Because he is always ready to do some impressions actually.]

How about-

[Ezra clears his throat as well and does his best Terezi impression, obviously rather than an Ezra impression since that would be weird.]

I'm Terezi and I don't finish my veggies, I don't floss every night, AND I ate cake for breakfast!