The team stood in the quiet, dusty supply closet, munching on the bland, grey crackers. A small, comfortable silence settled over them as they enjoyed their small, hard-won victory.
"You know," Pip said, breaking the quietness, his voice have a thoughtful and crumb-filled whisper as he examined his cracker. "For a form-free emergency ration, this is surprisingly… not bad. It has a certain… regulatory crunch."
Zazu, who was taking his own small, precise bites, nodded in agreement. "Remarkably dense," he noted with scholarly seriousness. "A perfect travel ration."
"THE BREAD OF HEROES!" Sir Crumplebuns declared, taking another valiant, crunchy bite. "IT TASTES… OF VICTORY!"
Gilda, however, had already finished her cracker in two bites. Her patience for the taste-testing was gone. "Right," she grunted, her voice a low rumble. "We have the supplies." She gestured with her head back towards the door. "Time to go."
