[video] Prince Charming isn't impressed

[daringwaistcoats]

[Bahorel had gotten excited when he had seen the shapes of the fruit outlined in the shadows of his locker, but the pungent smell of sweet decay worried him just as quickly. Upon unearthing each one by one, his heart had sunk, for every apple had regressed into complete inedibility; his hope of presenting such a rare treat to each of his friends onboard was dashed upon its inception, as the list of recipients shrank with each dying discovery.

At least the loaf of bread had seemed palatable enough, though a bit stale, and the wine from his hometown was welcomed with a joy that exceeded nostalgia but remained within the realm of gratefulness, so perhaps not all was lost in treating the others to a little something special. The new set of clothing, too, was appreciated, for he was beginning to tire of how worn his favourite waistcoat and cravat had become over the months.

Nevertheless, the feed would open with a none-too-amused Bahorel holding up a Very Rotten Apple.]

Mlle. Tranquillité thought it entertaining to leave these in my locker this past jump. As a human, I can hardly find use for five apples rotten quite to this extent.

I intended to toss them in the Oxygen Gardens to be harvested for a greater purpose, but it has been suggested to me that perhaps one of you might have a taste for them, or might know what I could do to salvage them.

[Eyeballing it, though, because really, it looked ... pretty rancid, even to one who might have been acquainted with true starvation. His nose flared involuntarily as a waft of its sour-sweetness met with his senses.]

A barter? Perhaps even a gift, if no trade can be struck here; I am not greedy, and these are a far cry from gold bullions, after all.

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[uncurse]

You really think someone else wants your rotten apples? [ what. ]

[video]

[daringwaistcoats]

Not in the slightest, mademoiselle. But people have settled for less where I'm from, and I am not one to judge them for it.

[Well, maybe he'd judge them a little. But food would be food when your last meal had been of rocks and rats, right?]

[video]

[uncurse]

I think there are people who've settled for less everywhere; I'll consider it one of the only perks of this ship that no one really has to here. But, by all means ...

[daringwaistcoats]

Certainly; food is in quite abundance here, though it's fascinating how cuisine has come to evolve over time. What constitutes cheese in this world can hardly be called cheese where I'm from, for example. [That's because Cheez Whiz is not actually cheese, Bahorel.]

But as the saying goes, one man's meat is another man's poison, so to speak. [Shrugs.]

[lafautedevoltaire]

Here we don't even need to consider eating apples like that.

[Which is progress. SO much progress.]

[daringwaistcoats]

And a blessing that is, isn't it!

Have you discovered the magic that is the microwave, then? Combeferre would be more than happy to introduce you if not, or we could make an adventure of it, ourselves. [With quite the grin.]

[lafautedevoltaire]

I've been so busy trying every fruit. I haven't even begun to explore the devices in the marvelous kitchens.

[His favourite part of space]

[daringwaistcoats]

Such exotic things they have, eh? Can hardly say I miss Paris sometimes!

[A good part to like about space, in spite of all the homicidal emoticons and vindictive corridors.]

To think, if we had the sort of technology here back in our world, how easily hunger could be the least of our problems!

[lafautedevoltaire]

It wouldn't matter how poor we might be. It would be so easy to make it all go around.

[No one disillusion him.]

[daringwaistcoats]

Precisely!

[Bahorel most certainly won't.]