Picking up a metal tray, K’sang scrunched his face in disdain as he stood in front of the replicator. “Klingon meal: Bregit Lung.. not a respiratory organ, a side of Gladst with granulated sodium crystals to apply, and a hot mug of Raktajino… No creamer.”

After the replicator whirred through it’s cycle, K’sang sniffed the plant matter on the side of his tray and paused. “Vinegar, white… One half teaspoon.” Collecting the added items to his tray, the Cadet looked around for an open seat near the observation window. It’d be nice to suffer though artificial means of making a reptilian dish with something to look at for his mind to wander. Pausing before his meal the Klingon bowed his head “May we never lack for food to satisfy our hunger, and may we never lack for challenges to make us hungry.”