The Local Specialties Are Quite Interesting

Jago Sevatarion extended his right hand with an extremely serious expression. Holding it as though he were gripping a knife, he slowly and carefully picked up a spoon that was somewhat too small for him.

He pinched it between two fingers, plunged it into a lump of white paste of unknown composition, scooped up a heaping spoonful, and brought it to his mouth to savor it carefully.

The Astartes' extraordinary sense of taste not only allowed him to experience every flavor within the paste, but also enabled him to analyze information that ordinary people could never have gleaned from a single bite.

"How is it?" Karyl asked. "I didn't lie to you, did I? The local nutrient paste really is made from genuine plants."

Sevatarion did not answer. Instead, he picked up the tray and sent all the remaining paste into his mouth. The steaming nutrient paste vanished, sliding down his esophagus into his stomach with the movement of his throat.

"Two-fifty—" Karyl continued, cheerfully tapping the tabletop with his right hand. "—and you get a whole plate this big."

"Although it barely has any flavor, it can provide all the nutrients an adult needs for an entire day. In that regard, we must admit that Roboute's logistics are far beyond anything the rest of us can manage. The Ultima Segmentum has been back for less than twenty years, yet it has already brought so many changes to the Imperium's civilian life."

Sevatarion still said nothing, and his expression did not change much. He merely narrowed his eyes slightly. Karyl needed only one glance at that expression to grasp the subtle meaning within it.

Thus, he very wisely cleared his throat and offered no more praise for the absent ruler of the Five Hundred Worlds. Even his constantly tapping fingers