[ Saturated fats, refined carbohydrates, sugar in stuff where sugar need not be, every flourish of chemical trickery to mask the preservatives necessary to make feeding a post-industrial population of this size viable—Thedas has food wrapped in bread, but god knows that the material is atomically different. Even the vegetables.

And also: delicious. Tony grunts agreement at her eyebrows, chasing another bite of his own as he does so. ]

You know, [ tramples over the top of her last few words, as if he hadn't heard them at all ] food was almost the worst part about coming to Thedas. I mean, it's technically great, my gut health is flourishing, but talk about cold turkey. Sometimes with actual cold turkey. I don't think I ate properly for like a week.

I'd give you six months, [ because of course he was listening, chasing firing synapses aside. ] Tops, with acclimation. That'd be enough to get to work.

There's still downtime between disasters.