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Today's workout had been a tough one, but Bellamy's starting to enjoy it, especially with Sassy's classes moving just beyond comfortable. He has quite a few tender spots on his outer thighs forming, and a bruise on his arm Clarke will probably fuss over, but he feels good. It's something to do, a way to feel like the life he'd known before Darrow isn't completely slipping away.

And if, for whatever reason, they find themselves back in their world, he won't be completely useless.

The weather is comfortable, cool in the shade and warm in the sun, much more preferable to the winter they finally seem to be coming out of. With his gym bag slung over one shoulder and hair still damp with sweat, Bellamy enjoys the moment as he waits outside the gym doors. He considers going over to Raven's later to check up on her and wonders about dinner with Clarke, all things that have become oddly normal and even domestic.

If only Octavia could be here to share it with him.

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Matthias takes a little longer with his workout than Bellamy, mostly because he's sort of obsessed with both the bicycle machine and the showers. So when he leaves, it's in a clean shirt, his short hair damp, holding an already half-eaten banana.

"Sorry about that," he says to Bellamy with an apologetic smile, shifting his gym bag over his shoulder. "Want to get lunch on the way back?"

"Absolutely," Bellamy agrees wholeheartedly. There's something about a decent lunch after a workout; he's hungrier (for obvious reasons) and the food tastes that much better. "Have you figured out a favorite food yet, or are you still exploring?"

"I don't think I've tried everything yet," Matthias says with a tiny grin. The grocery store is so large, and there are so many different kinds of foods and meals to make. "But so far I think pizza. What's yours?"

Bellamy grins, glad to be proven right once again about pizza being universally loved. How could anyone not enjoy it?

"Pizza," he says brightly, "and steak. We didn't get much meat when I was growing up." They got their protein, sure, but never in any way that was as appetizing as he's discovered food can be.

"I like steak as well, though it isn't new to me," Matthias says, and suddenly he realizes how hungry he is. Steak isn't exactly a post-work out lunch, but he's tempted. "I grew up with a hunting family, so there was plenty of meat, but it was mostly animals like reindeer and rabbits. Farming cattle is difficult in Fjerda because it's so cold most of the year. There is imported meat, but it's rare. An indulgence."

And thus, not exactly a staple of drüskelle meals, but he has tried it on a few rare occasions.

He likes hearing about the world Matthias came from; it sounds similar to what he imagines old Earth had been like centuries before his own time, and it's always odd when he compares it to his own life growing up on the Ark.

They'd looked back on humanity as a whole and thought they'd done so much better when in the end, they'd only made things worse.

"Hey, you had meat," he points out brightly. "I didn't have real meat until a year and a half ago."

Irradiated and mutated as the animals on the ground had been, it was still one of the best meals of Bellamy's life.

"None at all?" Even among the drüskelle there was fish because of the ocean. "What did you eat, then? Grains and produce?" he asks. He realizes he knows very little of Bellamy's life before Darrow, but if he lived with malnutrition before coming here it surely doesn't show now.

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