Pete gave Cirno a Look, and quietly opened the box of Donk Pockets. Plucking a frost-rimed pastry sleeved in cardboard from the box, Pete presented it to Cirno. For one who had never seen a microwaveable meat pie before, it looked rather much like a popsicle mixed with a delicious pie. Pete then reached deeper inside the lower door of the fridge. 

After rooting around in the fridge's incomprehensible interior, Pete gingerly pulled out a bottle of Space Beer and a carton of Space Milk. With a quiet flourish, Pete dumped half the carton out, and immediately refilled it with the Space Beer. With an ominous bubbling sound, the carton shook and shuddered. Grinning from ear to ear, Pete took a swig of ice-cold Bilk. Unleashing a wet, satisfied sigh, Pete proffered the carton to Cirno. A carton of milky booze certainly couldn't do much harm, and it was customary on Nanotrasen shuttles to get rip-roaringly drunk at any occasion not directly related to fighting evil creatures from beyond the stars. Even then, some of the company's hallowed Bartenders often insisted on fighting with a healthy buzz.