"If the train wanted us to be well-fed, it would give me bears every single month."

.. okay, at least that's a joke. Maybe not entirely, because Inigo sure would enjoy a fresh bear supply rather than having to stick with the old bear meat for months on end, but it's mostly a joke.

"Or it should let us choose the food we want! You know, like in a.." Inigo's voice trails off, and the boy's facial expression betrays the fact he clearly has to think about this. The train can show him many worlds, but he's still getting used to all these new-fangled concepts. "A res.. restaurant.. right? That's what they call it?"