Oh, chopsticks. Chyara frowned and took the stupid utensils in her hand, clumsily pinching a broccoli piece to lift and eat. It wasn't bad, better broccoli than the mess hall's over-steamed fare. She liked the mushrooms and carrot tempura, though the onion was a bit much. The gyoza was delicious, a little meat pocket with chewy dough and she drank the bubbly sugar drink to wash it down. She took a bite of the tofu and made a face"Shaja-ra Protein cubes, only... mushy. Like when in healing rooms and weak." Dabbing it in the sauce made it.... not terrible, even though all she could think of- "Broke my jaw, had to eat this for weeks. Tasted blander."