He listened and ate, the food was good, aside from the aftertaste that always came from this synthetic food. When they were able to upgrade things would be marginally better, he hoped. But for now it still beat the stuff they were able to make on the train. At least there was a variety here.

"I'd say do what makes you happy, Stark. There's people here already working on those things. Could you help, sure. But if it wouldn't make you happy..." He took his tea and had a sip. "Do it. Open a bar. It's something we're lacking."