See, that's your first mistake. Everything about foreign food sounds like pan-fried garbage if you ask how it gets to your plate. Let your taste buds do the talking and you'll get by just fine.

[Richie fixes her a cracker-salami-cheese combo, and presents it as a royal offering upon the palm of his hand. He puts on a rather posh and stuffy sort of voice, like those foppish manservants to King in Shakespearean plays.]

For you, madam, freshly sliced and stacked from the hands of the native Earthlings, an offering most humble for your resplendent arrival to the soggy banks of El Nysa.

[And now regularly once more:]

So I take it you've met humans before? Or you're talking about something you had up on the ship.