Oreos...what the fuck are oreos? Cas caught enough of the waxing conversation to understand that there was a hefty amount of attitude pushing out from that mask. Something about having chips or chocolate, neither of which the Operative was willing to admit she had. Ren had done a solid in regards to the ship, as far as Cas could tell, and the woman had helped in her own way back at the mooring station. But trust and gravity were at play, and neither were enough to purchase a foil wrapped sweet. Blue eyes looked up from counter-top as Ren rolled in; Cas was busy meddling with something and rolling a toothpick along the corner of her mouth. "Yeah, burn out of dock, spinning back around, only to cut thrusters and high tail it...didn't do much favors for the reserve." Being that there was none. By her estimation, they'd coast into Pallas running largely on inertia and a general willingness to move. Opening up the cupboard, she retracted two packets and held them up for Ren to spy across the divide. "Sorry, it's the best we Earth scum can do." Noodles or potatoes. It wasn't all they had, but it was all that was currently being offered. And despite herself, the gentle smirk likely gave that fact away.