Mini-Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.

Stitching together passages right now, and this one appealed to me.

I popped a sober-up jolt after Oft left, then decided that while drinking lunch was fun, actually eating some was smarter. Luckily, the place made a decent beef stew. Vat-grown and double-killed, although I think that last one’s just being pretentious. They licked the vatfood reanimation problem decades ago. Even the chicken’s safe now.