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	With a small yawn, Seraphima made her entrance to [i]The Horizon's[/i] cafeteria. It had been almost a year, and she still was uncertain about the eating habits of the other pilots. She imagined some of the towns people who would pilgrimage to the monastery while she was living on the convent, and some of their manners were no better. However, she had always deduced that they had come to the monastery for free food and relaxation. Many of them were starved and yearned for the nourishment. However, she was certain that food was no luxury on [i]The Horizon[/i]. They lived like gods in the oversized ship.

	Compared to the convent and the rest of the world, Seraphima felt spoiled beyond comparison. Perhaps, the other pilots had a disregard due to their surroundings. Regardless, it was not her place to judge, even if she did find it a little repulsive. They had their reasons, and the best she could do was ignore them. They had other more dignified qualities aside from their lack of table manners.

	Her hand gently tugged at the komboskini around her neck. She had no qualifying reason for why she chose to show it off, but it comforted her nonetheless. She knew what she would be having at the cafeteria. She would have a simple soup. The soups were nothing compared to Sister Iosophia's cooking, but the warm hardy liquid was always filling and comforting. It was also easy to digest, which left her with less energy being consumed by her stomach.