What's it like in a crisis? [He asks, maybe a little bit warily, but he follows without further hesitation and takes a tray. He stays behind Isaac in an attempt to pace himself based on what the other guy does, but it's still hard to resist just dumping the entire tray of salad onto his plate. It feels like forever since he's seen a vegetable that isn't mushy, tasteless and totally unrecognizable.
Fresh bread, too, and he is absolutely getting two glasses of water no matter what else there is out there.]
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Fresh bread, too, and he is absolutely getting two glasses of water no matter what else there is out there.]