Verity takes food seriously. It was one of the few pleasures she had in life for so long. But she understands most people don't care as much as she does. Still, she's going to have to have them over for dinner soon. Remind Jim what food is supposed to taste like.

"Synthesized food? I think we know why I'm never exploring space." Definitely having Jim over for dinner. Their decisions get little nods from her before she glances at the menu again to decide, "Bolognese and a French martini."

Once everything's decided, she scans the room again before bracing her elbows on the table to cup her chin. "Is space as beautiful as the Internet wants us to believe?"