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[joiningyousoon]

Maya steps out of the chow line, a tray of nondescript 'food' (mostly gray and brown shapeless lumps) in her hands. She scans the crowded galley for a moment, looking across tables of troopers and sorceresses -- most either sitting too quietly or laughing too loudly, and looking far, far too young -- for a familiar shock of red hair

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[theredstars]

"Nonsense."

Alexandra is busily engaged in prodding dubiously at her own plate, and ignoring the wary glances of said recruits with a possibly sadistic cheer.

"I'm interested to know just how much they can ruin a potato. If that's what this is."

[joiningyousoon]

"...I thought it was cabbage," Maya says, casting an equally dubious second look at her own plate.

[theredstars]

"Maybe both."

It's very... lumpy.

"All hail the wonders of Fleet nutrition!" Alex greets a lifted forkful -- not loud enough for anyone but Maya to overhear, because Captain Alexandra Goncharova does try to keep her insubordination within reasonable parameters -- and tries a bite.

"No idea."

[joiningyousoon]

"You're doing so much toward making that appetizing," says Maya, pulling a face, and she pushes her tray away.

"I wasn't hungry anyway."

She rests her chin in her hand. Without a plate and fork to occupy her, her eyes wander to the blackened shell of Bahamut out the window, a mile or two below.