[ At the outset, space cow jerky is never going to sound appetizing, maybe because it makes her think of Slim Jims picked up in gas stations. But coming to stand next to him and getting hit full in the face with the heat from the pot and the smell of actual meat is enough to make a rolling, lurching sound work its way out of her stomach. Claire acts as if that embarrassing little aside hadn't happened and plucks the utensil from his hand to stir herself, coaxing a little into the bowl of the spoon and bending forward with a hand cupped to try it out herself.
She doesn't bother with the pretense of blowing to cool it before swallowing and doesn't miss the burn sliding down her throat to coil in the pit of her empty stomach. ]
This is really good.
[ Claire says it with some manner of surprise. Not because she finds it hard to believe that he could actually craft something delicious but because jerky from a pirate colony in space sounds like it would be the last thing to taste this good regardless of whether or not they were existing on veggie bacon. ]
And I'm not just saying that because I feel like I could eat a small horse right now.
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She doesn't bother with the pretense of blowing to cool it before swallowing and doesn't miss the burn sliding down her throat to coil in the pit of her empty stomach. ]
This is really good.
[ Claire says it with some manner of surprise. Not because she finds it hard to believe that he could actually craft something delicious but because jerky from a pirate colony in space sounds like it would be the last thing to taste this good regardless of whether or not they were existing on veggie bacon. ]
And I'm not just saying that because I feel like I could eat a small horse right now.