The meats have to come from somewhere. [But she's being a bit petulant, huffy that she might have to settle.] I had a better kitchen at home than what the domes seem to have. Much of what is there is confusing to me. Too many buttons and switches.

[She's woefully unprepared for the new technology and a bit annoyed that she will have to be on a learning curve.

There is a sad smile at the question, thinking first of Arnbjorn but the pain of that has faded, despite her best efforts.]

My children. [The smile shifts to one of pride, as any mother might have.] My son and daughter. They are still young, only just given their first blades.