She looked at the food that was given to her. She was easy to adapt, in almosty every situation. But even she had limits. This canteen seemingly offered things that weren’t edible.
Phasma once, after being taken from Parnassos, was dining in some canto that seemed a higher standard than others, that she visited later. But for her, it only comes to her memory as Things That Never Should Be Served or Eaten. Since then, she never dines in canteens, only relying on drinks, if the situation demands. Some things never wash away from memory.
She cleared her throat with a non-alcoholic drink, consisting sour fruits. This was… considerably good. At least it wasn’t mangled and fried in deep oil.