[ He considers the idea of 'comfort food' a strange one, and not something he'd encountered before Earth. Certainly, he enjoyed eating, in the sense of gaining nourishment, but the idea of food as a reward or for soothing emotional distress is new. The Kree are utilitarian in their cuisine, as are the Skrulls and most other alien cultures Noh-Varr knows. Humans attribute great significance to food, as a source of pleasure, a social vector. That Havoc wants to share this with him, he thinks, is significant.
His hands close around the tin. ]
Very.
[ It's the truth. He's famished. His body burned through a tremendous amount of energy in healing him so quickly, and he finds himself tipping the can back to drink it down. It's piping hot, and the warmth feels exceptionally good.
He drains the whole can of broth, leaving only chunks of vegetables and meat behind, which he then attacks with his spoon. It's very good--but not surprisingly good--and he doesn't believe he can solely attribute that to how hungry he is. ]
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His hands close around the tin. ]
Very.
[ It's the truth. He's famished. His body burned through a tremendous amount of energy in healing him so quickly, and he finds himself tipping the can back to drink it down. It's piping hot, and the warmth feels exceptionally good.
He drains the whole can of broth, leaving only chunks of vegetables and meat behind, which he then attacks with his spoon. It's very good--but not surprisingly good--and he doesn't believe he can solely attribute that to how hungry he is. ]
It's delicious.
[ Soon to be was delicious. ]