Lunch, Friday Noon

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Eating in a mess remained a comfortable habit. It was with no particular surprise that Ender found himself drifting there during the lunch hours, considering the day's options with a mildly curious expression.

Ham and cheese sandwiches, salad, and a kind of pudding that looked dangerous both in color and in shape, but he'd eaten worse things. He settled at a table that was neither in the corner nor particularly in the middle, and ate quietly.

If anything, it was a good place to watch.

[ lunch is always open. at lunch ]

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"I think the pudding has all the plantlife we'll ever need." He put the sandwich down, prodding the pudding again with his fork, as a demonstration. "Technically, terraforming means turning a planet into some place habitable for human beings," Ender said, "It could be shipped into space."

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Cal considered the new information as he considered his pudding.

"It could be the ship in space," he added.

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"I've never heard of shooting pudding into space before." Ender let his fork hit the table again. The conversation was ridiculous, but strangely nice in its simplicity, and he wondered how long that would last.

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Cal grinned a little at that. "Finally; something you never heard of. After the singing rats dressed like pirates, I though you'd have heard of everything."

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"There's an infinite amount of space with an infinite amount of details," he pointed out, "There'll always be something I haven't heard of." And once upon a time, that had been a constant worry.