"Not a bad way to celebrate something." Slaves barely had anything including food. Celebrating surviving with food, something denied, was a big deal. He understood that idea perfectly. "Food, alcohol, and singing. Those are the big ones for us back home."

It was all they could spare in some cases. Mos Pelgo was better off than it had been but they would never be big and wealthy.

"Latkes. What are those? Maybe we can figure out how to make 'em. I promised Cayde I'd figure out ramen for him." Cobb liked to cook. He could make whatever latkes were.