Zinda laughed and shook her head. "Why does all hospital food taste terrible?" she exclaimed during her laughter. "I know if we liked it, we wouldn't get healthy, but if you have to eat, at least make it something good!" She winced and held her cheek in sympathy. "Was in the rooms too during my war, had to charm the other soldiers into smuggling me some beer to carry on." For effect, she leaned over the table and bat her eyes to prove it. She opened the miso container and handed it over. "Soup, you sip. There's seaweed and little tiny cubes of tofu."