duck tales, oo-ooh!

[frigidaire]

Who: Crew & Visitors of the Wonderduck
Action: The Wonderduck
When: a mingle for the month of January!

[ come one, come all, crew members and visitors alike. come play terrible rec-room games or eat awful, overly processed food! or just mingle! ]

Comments

[thezerothlaw]

Not quite. The protein gel is considered a basic staple, but on the Wonderduck, at least, it does come in a variety of textures. We also have a machine that produces synthetic potato flakes, noodles, or dehydrated egg, among others.

[He leads her into the kitchen, protein-dispenser and little stove and all.]

I've been experimenting with ways to make it more varied with the flavours and textures available to us, but being a robot, I neither eat nor taste myself. I can only replicate what I know humans find palatable and see if it is to anyone's taste.

[fedupwithyourbull]

[wait a minute hold the fuck on]

You're a robot?

[thezerothlaw]

[He gives a little bow.]

Yes, I am. I apologise. Perhaps I should have mentioned that upfront.

[fedupwithyourbull]

... No, sorry. I don't mean to make a big deal about it.

[She shakes her head and continues like nothing happened.]

Is it possible to stock up on food from when we visit planets? I heard about that.

[thezerothlaw]

No offence is taken.

[Still, he looks at her for a moment, assessing.]

It certainly is. Many people do. I understand it is a pleasant change from the staples we are provided.

[fedupwithyourbull]

Do you like to cook?

[thezerothlaw]

[He always has to think about questions about whether he likes something.]

It's an interesting problem for me, and sometimes I am able to make my crewmates happy with what I produce. So, yes. I enjoy it.

[fedupwithyourbull]

Then that's good. If it's possible, I'll look for some stuff to bring back for you.

[thezerothlaw]

[He's pleased, though he doesn't exactly smile. Just a brief, happy flicker across his face.]

That would be wonderful. Fresh ingredients would greatly expand the possibilities of what I might make.

[fedupwithyourbull]

And of what we have to eat. Everyone wins.