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Yeah, Lionel felt kind of peckish. He could go for something to eat. But what? The ship didn't really have that much in terms of actual food right now. In another situation he might have suggested blowing this húntún stand and checking if there was a decent place to eat on this planet, but he had neither mode of transport nor physical capability at the moment of actually going out into the planetside in search for better grub. Then he remembered the fresh horse carcass that was lying outside wasted. His expression shifted a bit, gaining the glint of mischief and ambition.

[color=9C6F6F]"You could just bring me whatever we have on hand Ms. Powell, I ain't picky. However, we might be able to get something much better than a couple of insipid protein packs if'n we search for our sources of sustenance with a bit more expansive scope than just the kitchen. How deft is your hand with a blade? Any good at carvin' up meat? Got compunctions against eatin' a bit of horse?"[/color] Lionel shifted in bed almost excitedly, his hand beckoning Camilla to come closer. [color=9C6F6F]"C'mon, help me get up and we can see about gettin' ourselves some [i]real[/i] meat on this ship for once. We're gonna need to act with haste if'n we want to get something before the flies ruin it all."[/color]