She’s tried the replicator’s attempt to mimic his mother’s recipes. If the ghost of the real thing is that good, she can only imagine what the home cooked stuff tastes like.

She tries to keep her smile casual, but she can’t deny it’s been weighing on her, coming home to meet his family. His mother, who means so much to him. She nods, toying with his hand. “I am. I just… I’ve never done that before, you know?”