Kaidan huffs a laugh, and sections off a 'petal' from what he's assuming was some sort of mashed tuber before it was introduced to no less than five different spices, all in harmonious shades of colour, and artistically sculpted onto his plate. "I'm sure they'd like us to think that, instead of the reality that they had no clue we were coming and now they're scrambling madly to figure out what to do with us."

The petal now reduced to a mouthful of food like any other, he chases it with a sip of water that's somehow managed to be just plain water. (The glass it's served in, in addition to being indestructible, is also all elegance and ergonomic design.) "I'm reminded a little of how first contact went, where I'm from. Or the fallout from it, anyway."