[It's all right, Natasha has that covered. She lets the delivery driver up and greets them at the door, returning after a short interactions with a bag full of takeout.
Whatever it is, it smells of herbs and spices and citrus—something like Greek food. It's a feature lost on Natasha since her sense of smell was damaged, but it's also warm in her hands.
She takes that as a good sign.]
Thank.
[Unpacking boxes onto the table.]
Getting food on these worlds is always a little bit of a guessing game, but I've had good luck so far.
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and greets them at the door, returning after a short interactions with a bag full of takeout.
Whatever it is, it smells of herbs and spices and citrus—something like Greek food. It's a feature lost on Natasha since her sense of smell was damaged, but it's also warm in her hands.
She takes that as a good sign.]
Thank.
[Unpacking boxes onto the table.]
Getting food on these worlds is always a little bit of a guessing game, but I've had good luck so far.