In a vat...? I don't think anything grows like that here.
[Barnaby gives a wry, humourless smile at how incredibly sci-fi that sounds, and his eyes pass over the menu options. He doesn't like to think of himself as a snob (he is), but he can't imagine any of the meat being high quality in a dive bar like this, and certainly not up to par with what they're served in the Citadel.
Nonetheless, he opts to order them both beef stew, which seems like the least potentially offensive option to his Fancy tastes, and also something hearty enough for Amos, who probably hasn't eaten properly at all in days. While they're waiting for the food to be served, he turns his attention back to the other man.]
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[Barnaby gives a wry, humourless smile at how incredibly sci-fi that sounds, and his eyes pass over the menu options. He doesn't like to think of himself as a snob (he is), but he can't imagine any of the meat being high quality in a dive bar like this, and certainly not up to par with what they're served in the Citadel.
Nonetheless, he opts to order them both beef stew, which seems like the least potentially offensive option to his Fancy tastes, and also something hearty enough for Amos, who probably hasn't eaten properly at all in days. While they're waiting for the food to be served, he turns his attention back to the other man.]
What was it like in space?