Shit, stars are too far apart for us to reach in our natural lifetimes. We really only got the one to work with. Ganymede's got a magnetosphere, so they can grow stuff there. They gotta, since it takes months to get there from Earth.

[ Yes, he's expecting her to just immediately understand everything he's saying.

Amos takes the momentary lull in conversation as a chance to really strip every bit of remaining meat off the bone — he's not here to waste any food, after all — but finds himself looking up almost comically from it at her question. ]

Food aside? [ He shoots her a grin, like that's a sacrilegious kind of question to ask. ] It's good here. I like it. Been putting roots down in Highstorm actually, but they got this whole remembrance thing going on there, and. [ He shrugs. ] I prefer a party.

[ A beat, he... maybe should have picked up some napkins at some point... eh, he'll figure it out later. ]

How about you?