Wash's smile brightened as she seemed to understand quite quickly how truly awful the compressed bars of protein were. And he was grateful, on her behalf, that he didn't have to give her one to try to make her understand. "I've been working on collecting as much as this 'real food' as this cagey little cart will hold." His fingertips tapped the plastic handle of the cart upon speaking about it.
Her laundry list of luxurious foods was nearly enough to make Wash's mouth literally water. While he'd been bringing home real food for awhile now, he was often left to his own devices when it came to cooking it and frankly, he wasn't much of a cook. "Avoid the cardboard bark in the shiny box.. got it. But I'm terribly interested in this Baked Alaska you speak of." While baking was still a common practice in the 'Verse, Alaska had been long gone and any recipes that bore its name. "Anything that gets equal billing with lamb.. lobster.. I frankly need to know about it."