Flint sees his companions interest in the passing dishes and decides to follow his lead in ordering fish.

My home...the city I grew up in, sits on a bay. The salt in the air, the smell of fish cooking, these are the scents of my childhood. With everything happening, I think it'd be nice to have a meal of something familiar.

He feels a small twinge of homesickness as he reflects, but moves past it.

Sorry about the dip into nostalgia there. Probably a bit silly to be mourning the loss of place I never cared for that much anyways. Better to see what the future holds, wouldn't you agree?