Pete wiped the sleep from his eyes at the mention of food being ready. His tent was army issue, but that didn't stop him from calling it his [i]canvas mansion[/i]. His gear and equipment were all kept in good condition and his guns were always within arms reach from his cot. As he rose, he grabbed his gun belt and put it on, making sure his pistol was holstered but on an empty chamber. With that done, he walked out of his tent, seeing a few of his fellow gang members enjoying breakfast. 

"Good morning." Peter said as he got a nearby bowl and spoon. He even managed a sly wink at Annabelle as he got his grub. He had absolutely no clue if she was even into him, but why not try till he knew for sure. "Is there anything going on I may have missed? Sorry for sleeping in late."