Artemy nods and stands up with Gaeta, escorting him over. He'll put together a modest sized plate of his own, though it's tempting to try everything, he's still fearful of food waste... If he's still hungry after this plate, he can always go for a second, he thinks to himself.

Sitting back down, it's hard to avoid the topic of space flight again, and other such intellectual pursuits, so the two end up talking as they eat.