Brian’s mother would have a hissy fit if she caught him shoveling down food the way Mr. Gao did.

Not that Brian’s mother was here. He could eat any old way he liked—so long as he didn’t care about looking like an unwashed boor in front of Gabe and Tori—and Lu. Especially Lu.

Maybe Mr. Gao had been alone for so long that he’d forgotten how people were supposed to behave themselves at meals. Or maybe he was too hungry to care. Brian hadn’t seen a lot to eat on his tour of the other ship. Sure, the greenhouse thrived, but how much of that had been ripe and edible?

Wasn’t there some issue when people gorged after starving? He should probably warn the old man. “Slow down. If you haven’t eaten much in a while, it might not sit well with y...

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