Autor blinks rapidly, of course. He's not sure why he expected scrambled chicken eggs; they are eating on the moon, after all.

Remembering Mia's words of encouragement from before, he scoops a small, experimental spoonful into his mouth.

"Hrrk," he says, grimacing. Each of the slimy eggs pop on his tongue, ejecting the foulest and most sour liquid he's ever had. Karkat would be pleased.

Experimentation, he concludes, is sometimes foolish.