You have to eat sometime. [Open, During Rebellion.]

[bequiet_hescreamed]

It takes some nerve to stop in the middle of a battle and think, "I'm hungry. I wonder which side is controlling the mess hall at the moment?" and decide that it's worth the risk to go find out. That's exactly what happened here and - fortunately - at the time Clef went to check, the Mess Hall was in fact a neutral zone. Which is to say that no one had thought it strategically important because the food was that bad.

Well, now it was being occupied by the crew. That is, by Clef. Who was sitting at one of the few still-upright tables and eating some grey mush like it was just a normal day. Occasionally some fighters on either side would run through and occasionally pause to go what the fuck? at him, but since nobody had pointed a gun at him yet he so far considered Mission: Get Some Lunch a success. Contrary to all appearances, however, he was quite ready in the event that circumstances should change.

[ooc: Put up a post so there could be multiple threads. Feel free to have a fighty thread in here! I think that would be awesome.

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[bequiet_hescreamed]

"Priorities change," he replied. Really, starving for a week will do that to you. But he didn't want to say that.

Instead, he looked up at her. "I'm sorry we got separated. If you didn't show up here I was going to go back and try to find you."

[forging_on]

Well, she had her suspicions, but she wasn't going to bring up something like that. It wasn't the time to open those wounds. It would probably never be a good time.

"Hey," she said, trying a smile, "I can take care of myself. Which is more than I can say about anyone who is actually eating this food." She paused. "I know you would have. I just found you first."