I've come to dread the postal deliveries.
Not for the mail capsules, those are useful and often have stuff I've ordered. But the pilot found out a while ago that I was from Earth, an actual grounder, and so he's now thinking I'm his best friend, and every cycle when he turns up, he has another snap-frozen 'Earth Meal'.
But he hasn't quite grasped that Earth has multiple societies and cultures.
Ramen noodle soups and Kangaroo steaks, stuff I've never had, I have to pretend I know if they're good or not.
I just want a good New York pizza...
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