Wiping his mouth with the napkin at hand, Finn nodded. "Yeah. There were ninety-nine other delinquents like me that got dropped to the surface. The Council wasn't sure that the surface was livable after all the bombs, it wasn't really supposed to be for one hundred years, but I guess they'd say they didn't really have a choice. The ark was running out of resources." Food hadn't really been a problem, but air had been.
He cut into the meat again and took another bite, this time he was able to keep from groaning, but the taste was just as good as the first. Heaven, pure heaven. "But you know. After this. I'm about ready to say I'm actually dead, and this is heaven. I've never tasted something so good." He knew it was bad manners to talk around his food, but he did his best to hide what was in his mouth.