Jean snorted softly in amusement. It was kind of relieving to know that Marco still felt something as ordinary as hunger. He really was alive, not just hanging in some kind of limbo state while he was here.

"We can fix that. Easy," Jean pushed himself up off the couch and gave Marco his hand. "There's a place to eat here on every floor. You should... You should think of something you really want. Like something your mom used to make. It won't be exactly like her cooking, but it'll still be the same dish."

That would be nice, right? Marco always talked about his family and their farm when they were back in training, and how he missed the fresh food made by his loving mother.