[ Oh, Cal is well accustomed to bland military food. And bland Temple food, which had been remarkably similar to the military food, in retrospect. And worse, even, back on Bracca, when all he could afford most of the time was instant noodles and Guild ration bars. It made him... well, whatever the opposite of picky is. He'll eat anything.
So he follows Shepard and loads up a plate without complaint—or any apparent trepidation. It's been over ten years since he last stepped into a mess hall, but it's like driving a speeder—this one seems to work about the same as all the others.
Though he does politely thank the food service workers as he goes. ]
Doesn't hurt. [ Now that he has food in front of him, he realizes he's starving. So a full stomach is the goal.
But what's home like? ] Right now? Usually with my ship. But I'm from Coruscant, originally. What about you?
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So he follows Shepard and loads up a plate without complaint—or any apparent trepidation. It's been over ten years since he last stepped into a mess hall, but it's like driving a speeder—this one seems to work about the same as all the others.
Though he does politely thank the food service workers as he goes. ]
Doesn't hurt. [ Now that he has food in front of him, he realizes he's starving. So a full stomach is the goal.
But what's home like? ] Right now? Usually with my ship. But I'm from Coruscant, originally. What about you?