Apple pie.

It's stupid, really, but that's the one thing you miss the most about earth. It really should come as no surprise to anyone that it's food you miss the most – you're entirely obvious about your devotion to, let's see, living? Duh.

Besides, it's not that hard to fantasize about real food when you're trapped in the land of MRE's and Cream of What. Everyone does it. You're just – more vocal about it then most. Yeah.

Apple pie, just the way your grandmother used to make it. Soft, moist apples, liberal amounts of cinnamon and nutmeg, flaky crust that almost melts in the mouth. Maybe with some homemade ice cream.

Yeah.

Your grand-mere never cooked you a dish in her life. She was shut up in the rehab ward long before your third birthday.

Ford's grandmother would make apple pie on his birthday. He used to tell you about it, face surprisingly mature in the flickering light of the fire.