Dawn wasn't entirely sure what she was eating. 

It was some sort of stew, that was for sure, although the broth had turned to jelly, and the chunks of vegetable were nearly mush. The can itself had been no help- label so faded by the sun that the only thing she could make out was the faint outline of a bowl and the words "chunky" and "mood". Whatever it was, however, it was rich, and it was filling. And that was enough. She had considered heating it up over a fire, but it was still day out, and there was no point in risking smoke when the offered warmth would be redundant. 

As far as life in the ash went, this week was going quite well. The cottage, as ruined and decayed as it was, was a good place to settle. Her supplies were well stock, and it had been days since her last brush-by with another denizen of the wasteland.

Prodding at the congealed mess within the can, Dawn ate, and enjoyed the peace she had found.