Ed was on her very first walk around the Station, barefoot as usual, Ein at her callused heels and Tomato balanced on her head. She had been on space stations before, but like ships, each one was different, and she just had to say hello to it all properly.

...except that some of the doors were locked in ways Tomato couldn't hack yet. Sadface. And one of them, the one with the wiggly vines, Ein had literally chased her away from in fear. That had been frustrating, but her tummy was growling anyway, so she had shrugged it off and backtracked to where she'd seen what looked like a dining hall.

Now she stood in front of one of the replicators, staaaaring up at the controls, eyes huge as she took in the implications of having whatever she wanted to eat. "Ooooooooh."

Ein barked and stood up to paw at the front of the replicator, wishing for the millionth time in his year of life that he had opposable thumbs. And a voice box. Because he would order so many things. Starting with a nice rare filet mignon, with a side of bacon. And salmon. Ooh, and more bacon. And maybe some peanut butter cookies. And--

Ed leaned toward the speaker. "Bell peppers and beef for two pleeease!"

...Ein whined faintly and laid his nose on his paws. Oh well. At least this version would have actual beef in it.