It was stew made from turnip, onion, cauliflower, and at least five other vegetables Handy didn't recognise, and at least two he was sure didn't exist on Earth. He did not give a tinker's damn though. It was warm, it was filling, and it tasted heavenly. Hunger was a great seasoning, as well as desperation. Also, this was easily the warmest place he'd managed to stay in all week.