Huh. Tactfully (for once), he lets the 'mom' bit drop. That's just...y'know. Kinda heavy for a spontaneous late night chowdown. Maybe in better circumstances that would actually be ideal for some deep bonding time, but it just seems kinda awkward to get into that kind of thing with these kitchen staffers still puttering about.
"Oh shit," Dave deadpans instead. "Rejected. It's cool, though. Better you hear it now than later. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that, even considering the sea in this case is a post-apocalyptic forced labor caravan."
Nabbing an abandoned spoon, Dave clearly doesn't seem to mind the lumpy eggs as he steals a mouthful from the pot. It still absorbed the soup flavor and all that. Still more effort than he's ever put into a meal before.
"But yeah. Probably better off saving the five star meals for special occasions. Stifle that urge to just go full Food Network in here and settle for little shit that'll last if you wanna stock it away for later." Another slurping spoonful, and he adds pointedly, "Y'know. Like chips."
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"Oh shit," Dave deadpans instead. "Rejected. It's cool, though. Better you hear it now than later. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that, even considering the sea in this case is a post-apocalyptic forced labor caravan."
Nabbing an abandoned spoon, Dave clearly doesn't seem to mind the lumpy eggs as he steals a mouthful from the pot. It still absorbed the soup flavor and all that. Still more effort than he's ever put into a meal before.
"But yeah. Probably better off saving the five star meals for special occasions. Stifle that urge to just go full Food Network in here and settle for little shit that'll last if you wanna stock it away for later." Another slurping spoonful, and he adds pointedly, "Y'know. Like chips."