Given the...sketchiness of the food replicators, Quentin had gotten something fairly basic out of them. After a couple of iterations, he'd managed a passable bowl of what appeared to be macaroni and cheese. It was kind of...blue, but whatever. It tasted right.

"Hm? Oh, um...yeah, I have," he said, seeming like he was hesitant to admit it, or like he hadn't expected the question. "Have you?" he asked, and took a bite of his food.