"Clara, then," Sigma answers with a false confidence. He had allowed others to call him by his first name if only because his surname and status were used as a slur against him at home, but showing the same familiarity in return is awkward. He grins shyly. "I would not know. Dairy products were almost impossible to come by, when I was from." When, because the where was too difficult to explain. How could he casually mention that they could rarely find a cow on earth, let alone get it to the moon? It would be a cumbersome topic. "If one were to have genuine ice-cream, even freeze dried... well, it would have been a once-in-a-lifetime experience. That goes for most desserts, actually..."
He clears his throat. He has an awkward tendency to ramble as though the other person were as invested in the subject as he was. "...At any rate, you are correct. It is not the same at all. I do not believe I need to say more." He thought for a moment that Clara had understood him, that she had removed the burden of speaking things he was no longer allowed to say, and the idea relieved him, even if it was not quite the truth. He gestures to one of the filled plates eagerly. "...May I?"
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He clears his throat. He has an awkward tendency to ramble as though the other person were as invested in the subject as he was. "...At any rate, you are correct. It is not the same at all. I do not believe I need to say more." He thought for a moment that Clara had understood him, that she had removed the burden of speaking things he was no longer allowed to say, and the idea relieved him, even if it was not quite the truth. He gestures to one of the filled plates eagerly. "...May I?"