"See? It's really good, isn't it?" He hoped she agreed. It would be such a waste if she didn't like it. Not that he would let the rest of it go to waste, he'd take it back and eat it himself. But judging from her reaction that wasn't going to be an issue.
"That's what I missed. I mean, when the world went to shit, and the shops closed because the factories stopped producing and people were either taken to the Citidel or went into hiding, just trying to survive, that's what I missed. I was holed up in a hospital, and I raided all the vending machines, but the good stuff didn't last long." Even though he'd rationed it. Three years was a long time to be locked up, alone, or virtually alone.