"Oh, really? Guess I'm never takin' you back to Georgia with me, then," he purses his lips, ever so casual. "You know, just in case you feel compelled to insult ma's cooking."

Not that replicator food is as good as his mother's, not even by a long shot, but it's not bad either. Considering they're in deep space, he would say they're pretty lucky for this level of quality.