( it only takes a few more steps to stumble upon a man selling food, and a few polite words exchanged for him to hand over two gristle dripping skewers. they smell delicious, but every time clarke encounters strange food, she thinks of chocolate cake; of sweets and delicacies meant to ply their trust. even if their native hosts have been nothing but accommodating, at most she nibbles her food at meals, and hands both sticks to asuka. )

Makes me wonder what it's going to be like when we get to the end of all this. ( an idle comment, mostly saying something for the sake of saying something.

she's scanning around the clearing, back at the games, looking for somewhere reasonably safe to eat without risking a flash of a jaw bone whilst trying to feed themselves under their veils. ) Do you want to go back to the tents? I have water and washcloths too.