Dovid shook his head. “It’s not ready. We have to perfect the hermetic seal that attaches the bag to the mouth of the bread eater”
“If you aren’t aware, crumbs are a big issue in the space station,” Dovid countered. He was using that big-brother, know-it-all tone that Binyomin hated.
“I don’t get it,” said Meir. “What’s wrong with crumbs? Why do the astronauts care about Pesach, and if they do, why can’t they eat matzah?”
“There’s no gravity in outer space, so if you eat something that makes crumbs, they float all over and get into equipment and damage stuff,” Dovid explained. “And matzah makes even more crumbs than regular bread.”
“But why on earth — pardon the pun — would you think that no one in NASA has come up with a solution?” Binyomin demanded.
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