The Galaxy, and the Ground Within (Wayfarers, #4)

by Becky Chambers

‘No, it’s not that. Humans need a . . . oh, what is it . . . it’s something with their stomachs. An enzyme, I think. For digesting milk. Only some Humans produce it naturally. But here’s the thing: they’re all so fucking bonkers for cheese that they’ll ingest a dose of the enzymes beforehand so that they can eat it.’

war was nothing more than an argument in which no one had landed on a better solution than killing each other.

‘That’s not a reason. That’s a feeling. Feelings have to have reason.’ ‘Since when?’