@necroheir
He was finding it hard to find some actual good food around here it felt like. It wasn’t that the quality was bad, it was more the fact it seemed the camp was focused on providing the beefcakes with protein that meat was the main food-group here. Being a vegetarian most of his life, he preferred not to eat meat but if that was all he could find-- a sigh escaped him as he picked at his salad for what had to be the eighth day in the row. Semi wilted lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes cut in half and a few croutons. It was all he had been eating since he got here and he was at the point that he couldn’t stomach another bite of the bland salad. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they had other toppings or some actual fresh lettuce but-- “so is there a secret to getting better food around here?” Ender asked looking up across the table at the man sitting there. Was this his punishment for not drinking the ambrosia yet? Would he actually be able to get something other than wilted lettuce and cucumbers to eat if he went ahead and did it?