Not fun? "Tell me about it!!! Even worse, that douchebag Prescott got to eat all the gourmet shit, 'to preserve the dignity of the Coalition' of fuckin' course. I bet the rations were just his freeze-dried puke..."
Baird nodded when Steve confessed to learning to cook to avoid rations. "Don't blame you one fuckin' bit. And at least on this planet you actually have stuff to cook with. We had the edge-of-starvation crap... only reason I've stayed this buff," he gestured to his arms, "is they pumped me with 'roids and shit when I enlisted... whatever the other stuff was, keeps me pretty much looking like this all the time."
The sliced vegetables sat in the pan, sizzling away. Baird held the crusher over the pan. "Say when," he said.