"Kind of, I guess." Jim has a hard time seeing it that way, himself. Food synthesizers have done a lot to help prevent the kind of famine that once wiped out entire populations, and that's getting too deep into personal territory for today, so he doesn't say a word about it.

Instead he looks over at Hunter and smiles slightly. "What can I make you? Can't do alcohol yet though, sorry. Coffee, tea, soft drinks, fruit juice..." There's more, of course, but those seem fairly standard options.