I honestly don't even remember what a pretzel looks like.
[Call it a combination of however long they were on the Kerberos mission, the year in space prison, and the weeks, maybe months, afterward.]
[Those thoughts flick through his head, briefly, hovering for only a moment, before he grimaces, padding over to the microwave to assess the damage. Sam's nudge gets a glance and the barest glimpse of a smile.]
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[Call it a combination of however long they were on the Kerberos mission, the year in space prison, and the weeks, maybe months, afterward.]
[Those thoughts flick through his head, briefly, hovering for only a moment, before he grimaces, padding over to the microwave to assess the damage. Sam's nudge gets a glance and the barest glimpse of a smile.]
They're still bread, right?