"If they did," noted the male half of the Tschida twins clinically, his icy blue eyes gazing analytically at the greasy chunk of cod pinched between the index finger and thumb of his right hand, "we would have been alerted to an increased rate of heart disease amongst base personnel."

The fat content present within his sister's meal of choice (and given her enthusiasm, now also his) was far in excess of any of the highly-regulated dishes the researchers had provided them back at the Augusta Newtype Research Institute. Regular consumption of the "fish and chips" (approximate caloric content: 1434kJ) would no doubt lead to cardiovascular illnesses, not to mention the impact it would possess in regards to developing obesity.

If the "fish and chips" were representative of the regular fare that the base's dining facilities provided to personnel, then it was likely that no, they did not visit every day, but it was a flawed hypothesis borne from a sample size of one in the end, as he had not taken into account other possible meal types. Such as fruit and vegetables. 

Akimi frowned, feminine face creasing in thought as he stared at the piece of fish for another second. It was something he had never eaten before.

He dropped it into his mouth.

Chew.

Chew.

Chew.

The texture of the fish, of its batter and muscle fibres, danced across his tongue. It was a new, yet not entirely unwelcome, feeling. 

"It's salty," he said finally, swallowing down the chunk of fish.