A real meal...

Mara, Eve, and you all leave the bedroom; heading back out into the main room of the shelter. You find Haruka eating some kind of stew, while Mira has a steaming bowl next to her; but is diligently sharpening a spear instead; sending a sharp, shink... shink... shink... throughout the shelter. She seems quite intimidating between the weapon, her muscular body, her scar, and the darkness of the hut mixing with the fire.

"Dost, du sud eat," Mara says hopping down towards the clay vessel they were cooking in.

"Eve, do you have our things from the escape pod?" You ask her, watching Mira start to put something into clay bowls.

"Yes, Master, I stored them not too far from here," she says.

"I'l..." Your stomach growls, it seems that you are far hungrier than you thought, "Can you bring them back," you finish asking.

"Of course, Master," she says obediently, before heading out of the structure.

Mira looks at the leaving android for a second before returning to her work, while Haruka has been watching you two, the spoon hanging out of her mouth. Mara turns back with two bowls. Each one is steaming; with a brown liquid, some light brown chunks, ribbons of something green, and what looks almost like crab meat.

"Wend is grey ens?" She asks.

"Uh, she doesn't eat," you say, she looks at you confused, "nuri, do no eat?" You say, trying to form a sentence.

"Ayan, du eat, tho?" She says, handing the bowl to you.

"Um, yeah; still human," you say, taking the bowl while smiling.

She does not react and instead is only confused. You try to explain it, but cannot. You simply don't know the language, do they even have a word for human; what about android? You just sit down near Haruka, who has gotten another bowl.

"Is it good?" You ask her, pushing on one of the brown chunks.

"Yes, Oishī," she says, biting into a chunk, then covering her mouth.

You realize that everyone here speaks another language expect for you. For some reason, it makes you feel more isolated. Especially with Eve away. You look down, grabbing the spoon. Well, she said it was good, you tell yourself as you bring the foreign meal towards your mouth. You pull the food off of the spoon, tasting it.

The first thing you taste is the broth; it is slightly sweet yet salty. Then whatever the green leaves were, leaving you with strong umami flavor; with the meat tasting like crab, yet more substantial than it. Finally, you pick up one of the brown chunks, chewing it. It is quite soft to bite into, with texture reminding you of a mixture between potatoes and sticky rice. The meal is pleasant enough, reminiscent of Asian food, and had not been for the fact that you had not eaten in a while, and before that, you had only eaten prepacked meals; you might have savored it. But instead, you began to quickly eat the food.