Ian had quickly warmed up to his new buddy. In a lot of ways, this Samus was much more similar to the one he knew from home, age and gender differences obviously aside. Of course, he lacked the big thing that Ian had conveniently never mentioned, a steady long-term relationship with another person. It's not that Ian didn't like Falcon (he swears he does!), but that's still something that required a lot of processing. It was just easier to talk to a Samus who was fresh-out of space adventures, coming from a world Ian knew much better than this one. Even with their alternate universes and different points on the timeline, he was a connection to home and Ian could stand to have a few more of those.

One thing he definitely did not miss from "home" though was the FOOD. The freedom of on-planet eating has been wonderful to Ian. If he's not careful, he's going to get very soft around the edges. He assembles himself a sandwich, probably a peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, banana, chocolate monstrosity. And an apple as a snack. Gotta be healthy.

"Hey," spoken with (of course) a mouth full of food when Ian sees Samus skulking around the kitchen. "Hungry?"