She had eaten oranges since she'd gotten here, and drank orange juice since it seemed like a popular beverage. She did like it, its nice sweetness and tang. It reminded her of the dehydrated drink packets in old military rations, except less harsh, and wondered if "orange" was the flavor that powder had been trying to emulate, however poorly.

She took a bite, tasting the first bite slowly. "Mmm," she nodded to Ned approvingly. "It's so... creamy, but the fruit taste is... mmm."

"There's a whole art to this, isn't there? Shirley was saying baking wasn't to be taken for granted."