"Horrible?" Jayna asked, surprised. She thought for a bit , then nodded. "Yeah, I can see why ya'd think that. But it just doesn't work that way for gobs. Best I can tell, at least. I try not to with any for two long. Nasty pieces of work, the lot of us." She shook her head. "Besides, I'll be doing the same, too, when it's time for me to pop some out. Thinking about being long with gobbo kids..." She half hugged herself and shuddered. "Nah, they'll be getting a couple of squirts of milk, then either they're off on the nearest ship away or I am. Worked out for me, it'll work out for them. Or not. Whatever." She shrugged. "Anyway, food. Yeah," she said as she entered the cafeteria. "After the cold, I'm prop craving something vat-grown, hyper-process and pumped full of yummy chemicals."