She had to imagine the soap. And the hot water. And the dish becoming progressively clean. The previously crusted ceramic surface turning a smooth white. It reminded of the few times she did 

dishes

in college. The lighting was good in that memory. The sun coming in through the kitchen window. Why hadn't she cooked more?

She couldn't cook or do dishes up here. All their food was prepared by a dedicated staff. It was because cooking in 

space

was more risky. They could only make certain things. It didn't taste as good. Interestingly, the worse taste wasn't want bummed her out the most. To be honest the food wasn't actually that bad. The flavors were decent. It was something about the texture though. Made it impossible to truly enjoy it.

Marianna had plans once back on ground. To rip a piece of

croissant

and place it in her mouth. To bite into a

medium rare

cheeseburger.

She asked Keith what he was planning to eat and he seemed confused. She thought everybody was looking forward to eating something when back. But apparently not everyone did. Was she the weird one? Or Keith?