[ Barnaby's order goes in one ear and out the other; it's fine, though. Amos doesn't really care what he puts in his body at this point. And besides, he's right about the lack of vats here — this place has abundant resources. They'd just been sent somewhere with an abundance of farmland. Food quality isn't a problem for him; pretty much everything on Horos has been amazing.

Amos' eyes flick back over to Barnaby at the question. He thinks it over for a moment, shrugs. ]

Like here, I guess, except for the part where you're in a pocket of air surrounded by a vacuum all the time. Resources're limited, so you make do with what you got. [ So... nothing like Achamoth at all, actually, but don't let that stop him. Amos eyes his glass of water, opts not to take another drink at this time, looks back up at his companion instead. ] It was better than Earth. That's the only thing that mattered.