Now that looks tasty, and Ian's eyebrows raise in obvious interest when presented with something much more filling than what he's got. He comments, "Can't get that food like that on the station."

And how. Even if Mrs. Malkovich occasionally would have mailed Ian a nicely sized jar of artificial marshmallow goop, fresh food, let alone fresh meat (and the real kind-- not the kind grown from a culture in a lab) was a real luxury.

"So you gonna share?" Come on, he gave you some of his monstrosity, Samus.