[From what he's seen, the gardens are small and feeble compared to what he once believed Earth was capable, but that may be a reflection of this version of Earth in particular, ravaged by humans over time. Different from the strictly controlled, strictly regulated universe he knows.

Alex's description paints it well in his mind as they approach the stand, eyes lifting up to the menu overhead.]

Sounds really good. And yeah, you can say that. Soil back home wasn't really meant to grow stuff like that long-term.

[An ongoing effort of terraforming, perhaps, but a while off. The colonies were not meant for farming, after all - better for mineral resources and factory labor.]

Which do you want? [He nods toward the board: several different options include a whipped filling, a creamy fake-chocolate filling, and something more savory.] My treat.