Welp, time for an alien buffet! He just had to remember that some of his favorite things to eat had weird smells and tastes, so maybe his nose wouldn't be the best judge of culinary character.

So he simply began selecting. This purple stuff here, these orange things that looked like vegetables, packets of some kind of juice (after the funky sparkle water, he was glad to see something sensible like goddamn juice, he'll even take vegetable juice for all he cared).

"Okay, this one smells good... this one looks like it's popular, it's on a lotta people's plates. Uhh... this one, this one, hell yeah this one..."

By the time he'd finished, this was a spread for four people rather than two. But after getting the shit kicked out of you by a pegasus and struggling in the wastes, he was sure they both ate double by now.

"There. I think that's a little bit of everything, but a lot more of what my gut's tellin' me won't kill us." He then firmly pressed a fist to his own stomach.

"Iron stomach, you're havin' a damn Jupiter Lunch. Or... Mars or whatever."