... Yeah, we don't have any of those things where I'm from.

( Living isolated away from the rest of Marley's population, being in military training camps since she was five, none of these things sound familiar or nostalgic. )

Do people get to try whatever's being cooked in the competition?

( Food, however. That she can always get behind. Memories of starving and all tend to be formative, and she's rarely eaten well since she found herself an active participant of her homeworld's nonsense again. )