[ Horos had indeed been a time, and Amos is certainly one taking advantage of the fact that they aren't at each other's throats so immediately with so little cause here. That doesn't mean things won't have the potential to change in the future, but for now? He's content to go with Caitlyn's flow — with breaks for actually eating, of course. ]

It's more a distance problem than anything else. Not like it's hard to import fresh food to the moon, but if I'm six months away from Earth? Not a whole lot's gonna stay good. [ He's casually chipper as he talks, because it's simply not his problem anymore. ] Just means you gotta figure out how to grow your own stuff up there, which is hard, since it's not exactly a friendly environment. Animals're pretty much out too, since resources are at a premium. The artificial shit'll keep you alive — healthy, even — but. Y'know. There's no replacing the real thing.

[ A statement he punctuates by sinking his teeth back into his present meat; the drumstick he's on is just about done at this point... ]