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[normallycharmed]

Who: The crew of the SS TRAINWRECK STARSTRUCK AND YOU
Broadcast: Nope, it's a mingle!
Action: Starstruck
When: Late May, after this weekend's shuffle.

[HELLO, STARSTRUCK. It's been a while and our time on this planet is drawing to a close. Did you win enough things? Or go visit the planet? Well, it looks like we lost some crewmates to gain some so maybe we should get them all settled.]

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena turns when Piper speaks to her and for a brief moment, she looks like the kid whose been caught with their hand in the cookie jar with a mixture of guilt and slight confusion. Or rather, it's an internal debate about how much to disclose or not disclose to the woman she assumes is a crewmate. Elena purses her lips a moment, head tipping to the side.]

Sorry, I usually stay as far away from kitchens as possible. It's usually better for everyone's health, [she smiles, trying for at least a slight joke as she continues to debate about how much to say. Elena runs a hand through her hair before slipping both of her hands in her back pockets.] I, um, sorta have a particular dietary need. I was just seeing if we had any or if I was going to have to figure something else out.

[normallycharmed]

[ At least she looks more amused than accusatory. One thing her life prepared her for was people randomly snooping around in different areas of the house-- even people who don't usually live there. And she can guess that Elena is a new member of the kitchen. ]

Probably lucky for us that you're not likely another cook then, huh? [ It's lightly back, in her own dry sense of humor. She already knew their other cook wasn't one and--really-- as a chef most of this stuff wasn't actual decent cooking materials anyway. Which is why she can't help but snort and then try to wave a hand. ]

I'm afraid unless you're looking for protein substitute most of the stuff here isn't very good on specifics. We've only been to one planet since I've been here that had real food to buy or there'd be more.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She was hoping Piper wasn't going to say that. Elena, technically speaking, doesn't need to eat regular human food. But she does sometimes to at least give the illusion of regularly eating like everyone else. Regular food is sometimes a little hard to stomach when you've got highly sensitive tastebuds, but trying to stomach the texture of all these weird pastes and liquids is something different altogether. She can't help but pull a face at that.]

Wonderful, [she says, glancing around at the rest of the kitchen.] I guess that explains the lack of real cupboards and pots and pans.

It is a substitute though. At least here with the fleet, anyway. There isn't a substitute back home.

[Not in the sense of substitute here, at any rate. Blood is still blood regardless of the source back home.]