Mulcahy laughs aloud, wiping at his face. "Fortunately, I do! That was one of the few gifts we had on that ship. You loved lounging in yours. What I'm having much more difficulty recalling is food that isn't preserved in a can."

He has no clue why Number 2 did that. It was a magic realm, he completely didn't have to make everything in the grocery store cans.

"I'd love to see your clinic. It's good to see you settling in, Hawkeye. I'm at a bit of a loss of what to do myself considering the dearth of Christians, but they'll give me enough to live on until I find something."