"Pleased to meet you, Basil!" Ranulf popped the last remaining bite of his morsel of food into his mouth, chewing and swallowing before licking his lips and responding.

"Astronaut rations?" He tilted his head slightly to one side. "I'm afraid I don't know what an 'astronaut' is, let alone what their rations are like. If they're anything like what I've been stuck with on that ship, though..." He scrunched up his face, sticking his tongue out in a grimace. "It's food, but that's the nicest thing I can say about it. It looks like someone's already chewed it up and spit it back out, and it doesn't taste much better!"

He shrugged one shoulder. "But, well, it could be a lot worse. There are these rooms that... I'm actually not sure what they do, but they can make you think that the food is whatever you want it to be. Seems like almost everyone eats there," he added with a dry chuckle. "It still doesn't compare to the real thing though, you know?"