[center][color=0072bc][h3]Lilly Jatmoore[/h3][/color][/center]
Lilly had re-entered the house, just in time to hear a certain PFC calling out a request for dinner fixings. Her stomach growled in response, a product of her not having eaten properly all day. Right, it was supper time. She had completely forgotten about how late it was when she was still in her panicked state, but now that she had calmed down a bit, she remembered there was still work to be done before anyone could go to bed. [color=0072bc]"I do believe most of the squad members should have at least one meal tin on their person, but those only require boiling if you want them warm."[/color] Lilly checked her pockets and pouches, before eventually coming up with a small tin for emphasis. Assault rations - not particularly filling or large, but were light and compact. They weren't expected to be out here for much more than 2 days anyway (with this being the 2nd day), so the low weight had been prioritized. They could get a nice, filling meal once they returned to base. [color=0072bc]"Do you need any help with preparing the food, Mr..."[/color] She stole a quick glance at the name tag (for he was a new soldier she had not been acquainted with yet). [color=0072bc]"Mr. Macdonald? I could help you peel and cut the potatoes if you wish. What are you planning on making?"[/color]
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