"Bird food?" Soma looked down at her plate with something resembling confusion on her features. "It's healthy, and I like it. That's more than I can say for the fish."

As if to prove her point, she took a larger bite. She had never been a picky eater - the military hardly left room for that, and cooking had never been one of the colonel's talents - but when faced with a choice between a salad and greasy slabs of fried whatever, it wasn't too difficult to make a decision.

"I guess so." At least she had a relatively good idea of what to do with the sports equipment. Tony seemed excited about it for some reason. "Do you like plants?"