Jr. made a face. "'Food synthesizer' doesn't exactly sound very appetizing." He set down his tray and took a bite of the sandwich. "This isn't too bad. But you know, there's nothing like actually making the food that you eat. Manufactured stuff never tastes the same."

He gave her a searching look. "By the way, is something wrong? You look kinda worried." Granted, there were plenty of things here to be worried about here, but it was almost like that lip-biting thing was directed at him. And that didn't feel too great.