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[stefanged]

"It's Stefan. Leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can."

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[ladybro]

Anything I can bring?

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[stefanged]

Any toppings you'd like to add, maybe?

Unless it's pig meat. (That's a religious restriction, btw, not an allergy.)

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[ladybro]

It's all good. Some of the best slices you can get in Manhattan are from halal joints.

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[stefanged]

I'd believe it. There's nothing quite like halal meat.

[He misses it more than he wants to let on.]

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[ladybro]

Not pizza, but there's this cart at 53rd and 6th that does chicken and rice and oh dude. I could stand in that line for hours the food is so good.

[ it's a freaking phenomenon in her old stomping ground. ]

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[stefanged]

If I ever make it back to the city, I'll have to remember that.

Instead, how about pizza this time and my famous musakhan the next?

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[ladybro]

Depends. What makes it so famous?

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[stefanged]

The spices, of course.

Between you and me? I think it's the novelty. Hard to find Jordanian food out here.

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[ladybro]

Hard to find food out here, period.

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[stefanged]

True. Hard to believe that when I came here, the situation was worse.

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[ladybro]

Jeez. What counts as worse?

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[stefanged]

Relying on the dispensers and whatever passes for supplements.

At least now, we can stock up every planet.

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[ladybro]

You mean...the fleet didn't always stop places?

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[stefanged]

No, that's been a constant.

It's just taken a while to save up for everything. The ships might've come with a kitchen, but I had to build the one in the Center from scratch.