"Actually, there seem to be a version of them on many of the more advanced worlds, or those worlds that have started creating so-called pastries in the millions at a time. Or perhaps thousands? Industrialized them," Valkyrie rolled her eyes at the idea of it. She had seen mass produced food before, eaten it because it was the only thing to eat. It had often been very unpleasant and meant to meet the minimum standards of nutrition.
"Mass produced," she brightened a bit as she found the words she wanted. There were times words failed her, or more words as some people understood them failed her. She smiled at him. "I have formed a habit of finding them when I'm in a place that might seem to have them. They're very strange at times. Others the same as one might expect on a homo sapien Earth."
She shook her head. "No, though they may help change things. Food with good drink? This place does like to drink. What do you think? Or we could see if there is some place that isn't as quiet. Preferably without the invasions."