Food was boring. Mal thought food was really boring. All you did was eat it. It was really useful and often extremely delicious, but it was boring. Some food could be exciting and displayed all pretty-like, but it wasn't like it did anything. Sitting down at an empty table Mall stared at his food, heavy heavy on his hand, sliding slowly down his arm until it dropped into an awkward position, just narrowly avoiding the food. Someone was very tired and very bored.