Over the course of the meal, Dustin has slowly started to branch out the types of food on his plate based on what he sees people eating and not getting violently ill from. Omega proves to be a valuable resource for this; she's smaller and likely has a faster metabolism, so any negative effects would show up in her first over anyone else, plus she's been very adventurous with her choices. His plate has ended up looking an awful lot like hers when she takes the seat next to him.

Dustin grunts as a returned greeting, frowning as he chews on a peanut-butter-flavored hamburger. The dissonance is...weird, but acceptable. Peanut butter was a favorite snack back home. "I guess," he shrugs. "Odd lack of flavor profile. At none of it seems immediately fatal."