"You mean it was part of your pre-apocalyptic world?" Moth asked. He let out a long, dramatic sigh.
"Then it couldn't have been that good. No matter what you think, a primitive world's meat can't even come close to the taste of even a low-tier dish in the wider universe. You're just suffering from nostalgia, Hye."
"Oh no, you really don't get it," Hye said, his voice dropping into a tone of deep reverence. He paused, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond the tent walls, lost in a memory that stretched far beyond the last twenty years of blood and ash.
He went back to the very first moment he had tasted that burger—the warmth of the bun, the specific sear of the meat. "There is nothing in the known universe that tastes like it. It isn't just food; it's a lost standard."
