While Lyra was gone, Dale reflected on how the day had been so far. He had missed most of her meal, although when he had looked up from the apple, she was nose-down to the table, gamely picking up gorp. He’d noticed that both sandwich halves were gone, so apparently she was omnivorous. It was interesting, although it wasn’t particularly useful to know at the moment. The idea did lead him to wonder how they kept animals. Were there farms with cows and pigs and sheep on their homeworld? Or did they normally do all their hunting in the wild? Maybe they were opportunistic omnivores. Maybe their spaceship had an artificial meat laboratory.