One of the things he'll have a hard time readjusting to back home is drinking (especially alcohol) at room temperature again. He's noticed a lot of the beverages here are chilled or straight up cold. Makes it a little nicer going down, he has to admit. It become more like refreshment and less like the cure to soberness or thirstiness as applicable.
A curious thing happens when he eats the pork sandwich though. He looks really surpised by it, rather than musing. He bites again. The spices remind him of home. Not just, something from somewhere in his galaxy. His actual home. Corellia. Savory and spicy.
He chews as fast as he can so he can put down the sandwich and tell her so. "This is kinda what food from my planet tastes like. Though, a bit hotter." There is a distinct tone of fondness in the message.
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Date: 2016-02-25 10:55 pm (UTC)A curious thing happens when he eats the pork sandwich though. He looks really surpised by it, rather than musing. He bites again. The spices remind him of home. Not just, something from somewhere in his galaxy. His actual home. Corellia. Savory and spicy.
He chews as fast as he can so he can put down the sandwich and tell her so. "This is kinda what food from my planet tastes like. Though, a bit hotter." There is a distinct tone of fondness in the message.