The Samsara, Tuesday Evening

There'd been dinner served on the Samsara tonight: Octavia had cooked. Sort of? She'd made something in a skillet on her tiny stove, anyway, even if it was just mac and cheese (which she had... little to no previous experience with, even just in terms of eating it) and then she'd served it to Duke, and it seemed like no bad side effects had befallen either of them. So, success?

Octavia gave her last forkful a quizzical look, tilting her head a little.

"This could have been worse."

Way to brag, Tavi.

[ooc: For the lovingly modded snogon.]