Sasha's eyes dully read over the words in his book as he slowly delivered canned peas to his mouth via spoon. The food certainly left something to be desired. Sasha could liken it to the time he had spent a month in remote Siberia. Everything was shipped in; nothing fresh. The vegetables were canned and most of the meat had a little freezer burn taste to it. What he wouldn't give for a bowl of fresh cut fruit instead of the stuff they had the gall to dump out a can and call 'tropical mix'. He missed the mangoes from Mexico and the papayas from Brazil. 

Even the drinks were pretty bad. For one, his pink lemonade had an alcohol content of 0.0%. The chemically aftertaste stuck around a bit too long. 

When he'd finished his food, Sasha set his tray aside and continued to sit for a while. He liked a little background noise while he read, and often times his room was just too quiet. The subtle roar of the cafeteria was just enough white noise.