[Asuka still didn't like the base, although she admitted that it was a step above dead. She couldn't keep track of time and her internal clock was starting to go a bit haywire. And of course the food was universally terrible. Maybe that's why she notices the smell of something delicious floating through the mess hall. Follow her nose, Asuka pokes her head into the kitchen.]
Hey-
[Oh, it's Jericho. She tries to reign in the urge to grimace.]
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Hey-
[Oh, it's Jericho. She tries to reign in the urge to grimace.]
-what are you making?