"Is this what I think it is?" Box asked slowly, his gaze moving across the room to study the expressions of his fellow Federation crew. What had just been served before them was more than familiar—more familiar than the Hoaeoe drink.
"This is steak," Josh said, poking the piece of meat on his plate with a fork, a utensil similar to what the Aarsidis used. "Is this really beef?"
Levi was equally surprised by the meal on the white table before him. One thing was certain: it wasn't cattle meat—beef—but it certainly smelled like it and had a similar flavour and aroma, cooked in a steak-like manner. He glanced quickly at Atasa, then at Dahon beside him. The two of them seemed ready to pounce on the meal immediately, and Levi nodded a free pass to his son.
"I am jaded," Song said. "I see you really put in some effort to host this bountiful reception. This is very good, Senior. My compliments."
