Jim sits up a little, excitedly nodding. "Yeah! Yeah, like it's-- you know it's supposed to be some fruit flavor but it isn't. That's exactly what this is like. Like a popsicle."

A pause, and he makes a face. "Or like some of the fruit we'd get on board my ship sometimes. Replicators. People swear there's no difference but I grew up on a farm, I can tell sometimes."