[He makes a face, mostly from habit, but accepts. He knows he can't be picky and he should have known there wouldn't be much change in the food situation. He sets it aside for the moment, instead focusing on the water and taking a sip.]

It'll do for now. It's one of the better receptions I've received recently. And this food goo might be a little better than what we were eating on Struxta.

[He takes a moment to enjoy this, but he doesn't stay quiet for long. He knows they came to do more than just exchange pleasantries.]

So...where do you want to begin. A story for a story maybe?