"This is terrible." I forced myself to scoop another spoonful of oatmeal in my mouth. I made a face, wrinkling my nose and shaking my head in disgust. "I can't eat this. This is horrible." I pushed my bowl in front of me. "I can't." I shook my head. I'd find some food around here. I didn't know where, but I would. "I'm not going to eat slops like a pig."