[center][h2][color=00a651]Private First Class Andrew Macdonald[/color][/h2][/center]

Having been dismissed and accepted back into the squad, Andrew smiled a little before taking a moment to look around to see if he could spot if there was anyone doing the cooking yet. After all, he had some supplies to drop off with them that he didn't really want hang onto for any longer then he had to. 

Of course, after taking the time to look around he failed to find a cook. Well that was an easy solution, all he had to do was ask someone. Turning towards the nearest squad member, Andrew opened his mouth in order to ask a question before he paused as he noticed something; They didn't have a face. Instead of features that would have made a person stand out as an individual, all he saw was a series of blurs that were wearing a familiar (if battered) uniform... 

Shaking his head, Andrew closed his mouth alongside his eyes in order to try and stop seeing things and refocus on the world around him. He... didn't need to ask anyone where the nearest cook was. He knew how to cook after all! Maybe a little louder then someone might have found acceptable, he called out "[color=00a651]Alright ladies and gentlemen, anyone who has anything that they want to offer up for dinner, do so now! I'm cooking![/color]"