The food was better than Max had expected, but also very spicy, to the point Max was glad he had the coffee to soothe his tongue.
That was still better than the perpetually bland taste of the ration packs, which were designed to be easy to digest and edible by as many planet's soldiers as possible.
At home, he had always liked spicy foods, especially the hot wings that his father kept in the freezer to fry during sporting events. This spice was a different story of heat though, it crept up on his taste buds, so he was halfway through breakfast before it felt like his head was on fire.
Nico was properly dressed again by the time he finished and they descended on the winch line mounted beside the cockpit door to go lead the daily training session for the First Battalion.
