[ Nandor is in good company, because Eddie can’t think of a single vegetable either. He knows vegetables, he’s eaten vegetables and will continue to eat them when he remembers to do so, but he risks scurvy every day with how little he actually does.

He eyes the other man for a moment, taking note of his own admirable head of hair, then snorts in amusement and whips right back around to the bartender, grinning broadly. ]

Alright. Dealer’s choice, so, uh…we’re going with a cubert.

[ The android barkeeper pauses, as if he needs to calculate and take this response into account. Finally, he responds, “that is not a vegetable”. ]

Hey, hey. You don’t know that. You don’t know where he comes from. Maybe every family eats a side of cubert with all their meals where he's from.

[ He leans back to address Nador: ]

Right?