Slowly, Terrence ate his meal, wanting to savour every bite. He knew how important rations were, and how lucky he was to have found the Elk in the first place, especially one with so much meat on it's body. It was obvious that Sara had flavoured the meat and maybe it was because he hadn't tasted anything with flavour for fifteen years or maybe she had just done a damn fine job of it.<br/><br/>Eventually, he had finished his meal, and placed his plate down before him, for once in the long fifteen year stretch, he felt satisfied by his meal. He turned a grateful face toward Sara, watching as she ate her own share. "I had forgotten what a simple thing such as a flavoured meal was like. Just another of the plethora of things you've given back to me. Thank you." No sincerity was lost and each word came out as genuine as the last.