"Are they... a fish?" Luka asks, referring to Seven. He suddenly feels a bit bad about the task of cubing the meat he'd just been assigned.

But he finds it on the counter and begins dutifully attempting to slice it up into cubes to the best of his ability.

"Even when the others described them to me, I couldn't get a good understanding of what exactly they are. It sounded really strange." He sighs, punctuating his thought with an audible chop.