Kevin thanked the waiter as he got his orange juice. "Never thought about it, but I guess that makes sense. 'Bout as close as these types get to it anyways." He sipped his orange juice. Good, no pulp. "Always nice to have that little taste of home, yes? Even if it's not quite the same, sometimes close enough counts."
Kevin took a look out the window at the rain and darkening sky. "Looks like the weather's bringing us a bit of home as well, eh?" He'd already heard a couple of passengers complaining about the weather, and had a feeling things were going to get worse. He was not looking forward to working in a kitchen that rocked back and forth tonight.