"Is Culinary Arts really such an unusual selection?" Jan asked, sounding a little defensive. "Why does anyone decide to do anything they don’t have to? Yes, I do cook, and so do they." They pointed at the open kitchen door. "That’s part of the charm of this place, don’t you think? Creating food by hand?"
/* So, I’ve had a lot of time to consider Cloudbank as a setting, I’ve read a lot of theories, and I still haven’t drawn a conclusion about how much happens automatically or via the Process. There’s a whole lot of ‘the world is entirely digital!’ going around. Whether or not that’s the case, it’s my headcanon that part of what makes Junction Jan’s so popular is that they do cook the food they serve ‘by hand.’
Where their ingredients come from is another matter entirely. */
"What, favorite food? Oh, that’s tough." Jan bit their lip, looking down. "That’s really tough. You’ve got to understand, I’m not a picky eater. I’m the exact opposite of a picky eater." After a few minutes, they looked up again, their expression a little torn, as though they had been forced to make a much more difficult decision than just selecting a favorite food. "Lobster?"
/* Jan really likes seafood. Lobster, eel, crab, clams, mussels, shrimp - anything, really. Sea Monster flatbread was entirely their idea. */
