( A look of understanding passes over him, muted and mild though it may be. It's still wild to wrap his head around the thought of it all - branching out past the Moon and even Mars, colonizing the asteroid belt and Jupiter's moons. In a way it's reassuring, that humanity survives global warming and the various earth-ending disasters that could snuff out their species in a relative cosmic blink. )

Fish.

( Answered brightly, and with some faint traces of enthusiasm. )

Specifically, the ones I catch. There's something... comforting, I think, about knowing exactly where what you're eating came from. Owning the outcome from start to finish.

( Particularly because you know it is actually fish you're eating... )