[That's a relief. She was worried that the pieces may be too hard, and realizes with a smidgeon of guilt in hindsight that they didn't account for such factors at all when packing provisions. How certain food may be harder to eat for those with weaker constitution, common food allergies... Better be safe than sorry, right? Something to go over with other Aions who also frequent the kitchen for productive endeavors in the future, they'll be better prepared for the fourth wave.]

I did make the bread, yes. Thank you, I'm glad you like it. [The smile is genuine, and easily hides any feelings she may have over the remaining item on her agenda.] I've been too busy to bake much back in my world, but it's a different story, here on Horos. We'll have downtime for that sort of thing, visiting the kids and bringing freshly baked goods to them.

[There was no way she could know, the stark difference between a Contractor and a Regressor. But until then...]

There's one more thing I have to ask of you before we get back, Carmine, but that can come after you've eaten and drank your fill. Please go at your own pace, okay?

[The last step, before finalizing this woman's place among the Kenoma.]