[Maes rises from the table, floating up a bit and stretching his arms...as much as he can stretch in this near-weightlessness of the water. He sighs.]

This is the second world hop where I have been deprived of coffee. You won't hear me complain too much though...I'll take their kelp and fresh fish over the food goo any day.

[He then gestures at the table.]

Help yourself. Are you looking for something in particular?