Having the Talk

As he sat down to eat he sighed at the inability to make his own food once again. Jace had gotten used to making his own food while living with Elena. Actually one of the few things he felt was useful to learn was cooking, just even as a precaution. He looked at the overly white bread. the piece of mystery meat, and the orange then he sighed.

"What? Something wrong with your food?" Salem asked as she sat across from him. "There are only two cafeteria's on the ship, both have always served the same thing so far."

"Yeah," Jace sighed. "I got a bit too comfortable on the station and was spoiled by eating what I wanted everyday since I arrived at the station. My commanders gave me a bit too much freedom."

Salem smirked, "good." Then she transmitted her thoughts directly to his mind. {Can we talk now?}