[ There's a slight pause as Claude reaches for his own fork, there and gone in an instant before it's smoothed over as he processes planet-side, space, and any number of other things. ]

Huh. I would've thought that'd be the opposite for when it comes to... wherever it is that can be up in space thanks to technology or whatever else. The least they could've done was make sure you had some seasonings.

[ If Rocket gathers from that that Claude has a very limited concept of space and/or space travel, he'd be correct. The fork in his hand gets waved a bit in a vague gesture not really meaning anything other than emphasis of - something, even if he's not said anything. Yet. ]

So whatever you were served was... bland, but like, intentionally so?

[ He has more to add to that - lots more questions, actually - but Claude takes a bite of food and then discovers rather abruptly maybe he hadn't removed all of those peppers like he'd meant to. It's not so bad at first but, well: it builds. Don't mind him casually reaching for his tankard of whatever it was he was drinking to take an equally casual sip of it to maintain his very casual act. Nailed it. ]