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As the two entered the mess hall, the ship’s time was roughly now going on midnight, there were a few on hand selections in the food case but unless El wanted to wake up the ship’s chef the current selection of cold mac/cheese, a hotdog and bun, and a cheesecake slice would have to suffice.

GM CockRoach

Things were sparse here but then, as El glanced at the chrono on the wall, that was to be expected. “We get leftovers for a midnight snack,” El said to her. Given the similarities of the worlds she felt reasonably confident she could describe things. “This here is a mix of a pasta and cheese. Pretty good when its hot, to me.” She glanced at the kitchen. “I could try heating it up for us.” She pointed to the other. “Bread and a hot dog - a kind of meat. Nobody really knows what though. You’d add other things onto that from that dispenser there to add taste. And this here is sweet. Dessert cake. I’ll recommend us doing hot dogs.”

She picked one up, popped it inside a bun with Elm in view to show her. “Please don’t judge us on our midnight food selection,” she said with a smile. “So what did you do on your world? School? Did you work? Have a boyfriend?”

• El, Eng

”..I was a lawyer out of Bos’ton, my husband got called back for military service a few weeks ago when things began to grow more and more tense between us and the MACARM forces to the south..” Elm answered. Taking a moment to study the hot dog and then offerings of toppings, she selected pickled relish and mayo after a few tries.

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