"Right. You're lucky I'm here, you know. Safeco was a port city before everything stopped working. Which means there were a lot of relatively exotic goods there. Lots of shipments going out, lots coming in. I learned how to cook almost anything, and I learned how to cook it well at that." He slid over a small box from the provisions he'd brought and held it up to show her. It was about eight inches long, made of plastic, with segmented sections and lids marked with different letters. "I bet you've never had rosemary and thyme in your life. If you have, well, shows me that I ought not brag."<br/><br/>Within a remarkably short amount of time he'd fixed a meal of chopped meat and noodles. Far from luxurious, but very filling, and thanks to the spices he used to flavor it the entire cabin smelled good. He sat down with his own helping and ate without a word, finding himself much more hungry than he'd anticipated. He finished and stood, rolling his neck slowly from side to side. "The knife should be slag by now," he muttered. "I'm going to go bury it somewhere secure, just to be sure. Then I think you're right. A good, early night sounds ideal." He rubbed the back of his neck again, still stiff from his position prior, and he went for the door and the bucket of sand and gravel he'd prepared earlier to put the fire out.