Vorkosigan shared his Barrayaran field rations at last. Even after four days of oatmeal and blue cheese dressing, they were a disappointment. “Are you sure this isn’t instant boots?” asked Cordelia sadly, for in color, taste, and smell they resembled pulverized shoe leather pressed into wafers. Vorkosigan grinned sardonically. “They’re organic, nutritious, and they’ll keep for years—in fact, they probably have.”
