The comment threw Ghent through a loop. Was he actually expected to hunt and skin his own food? The idea didn’t sit well with him. He almost threw up in the school bathroom after he got stuck dissecting an abnormally large rat. Before he could dwell too much into it, Drust’s irritable voice reminded him that he needed to make a decision. 
	“U-uh. Yeah. I’ll dissect – [i]eat[/i] -- the toatunt,” he hastily corrected himself as he took the bundle. He inwardly cringed as he unwrapped the cloth, selecting a few pieces of jerky before handing the remaining half back to Elayra.
	Sniffling, Ghent bit off a corner piece with the least amount of bumps on it. He studied Drust as he instructed him what to do with the extra portions, their conversation from the night before fresh in his mind. He wanted to ask the Knight more about himself and Hatter, but realized it was a poor time.
	Keeping the jerky between his teeth and the rest in his fist, Ghent returned to his belongings. He tossed the extra pieces inside of his backpack without bothering to wrap them in anything, grunting as he struggled to zip the now-stuck zipper. With one final tug, it zippered shut, but the zipper pull broke off.
	"[i]Seriously?[/i]" Ghent's mutterings were difficult to decipher with his mouth full of toatunt. He sat on top of his backpack like it was a beanbag chair, a weary sigh escaping him. He forced himself to take another bite of the strangely textured jerky, studying the hooded Knight as he ate.
	Inspired by Drust and influenced by the temperature, Ghent grabbed his own cloak from the ground. He adjusted the fabric so it rested against his shoulders, secretly envying Drust's ability to make everything look cool.
	“You know, if this didn’t have bumps all over it, it wouldn’t be half bad.” Ghent swallowed another bite of breakfast, doing what he could to convince himself that the flavor wasn’t as terrible as he remembered it. “It’d probably taste better with ketchup though."