"Mostly ate dog food. Canned stuff that tasted better was harder to get our hands on." The comment's rattled off in an absent-minded way, as if he doesn't think there's anything strange about it. It's just another fact of his life like the fact that he bleaches his hair when he can or the fact that his jacket is red.

He selects chocolate, because it actually does taste like a particularly good birthday he remembers when he was a kid and it's memories like that that keep him trying to get himself and Girl home instead of just finding a nice planet to fuck off to for the rest of their lives.

"Sometimes we'd luck out and catch a couple lizards. I can cook those alright."