[Firo's shooting for a pizza--or the Temple equivalent--if they can get it. But he's not confident that they'll find all the ingredients, so he ignores Hank's question about what it is they're making, instead busying himself inspecting some jars that seem to hold spices.]
It's what people do if they wanna eat. Do you guys not do that in the future anymore?
[He knows full well that most men in his time subsist on restaurant and street fare or whatever their wife/mother/sister/closest female relative is making. He just feels compelled to try to get in another dig, to slip into that almost comfortable pattern.
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It's what people do if they wanna eat. Do you guys not do that in the future anymore?
[He knows full well that most men in his time subsist on restaurant and street fare or whatever their wife/mother/sister/closest female relative is making. He just feels compelled to try to get in another dig, to slip into that almost comfortable pattern.
It's hard to be too nice.]