[Jim shrugs, digs in. There's three pancakes heaped with a local strawberry-analogue and still no cream, but there's a few slices of something that looks like mango, too, and some sort of jam. He's used to the hustle and bustle of the mess, so the silence is a little... okay, unsettling, but he doesn't actually try to break it. Diplomacy. Someone else's language.
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And then he's done and he pushes the plate away.]