"Did you say you've been to prison? I mean, privileged people can go, sure. But usually they don't get that specific look that's all that distant when talkin', like sometimes the universe still gets heavy on 'em and they know all the bad feelin's in it."

And they're at the kitchens, finally, after a million miles of train.

"Stores are in there, let me find where they put the damn recipes." He turns on the ICP to find the right folder. Okay! Right there. He taps the screen.

"Alright, pick somethin' an' I'll go get the stuff for it. I know they do this ingredient by the month thing but they'll still have everythin' so don't worry about what's for when."