[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a50f1-939d-740b-a26f-4812e8431bc6.webp[/img]  [hr][color=9370DB]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake 
[color=9370DB]Skills[/color]: N/A  [/center][hr][hr]	[color=9370DB]"Damn, you made all this?"[/color] Nancy exclaimed, shocked as she saw the breakfast options. She hadn't been expecting much - maybe some cereal, maybe a few sausage links and some bread. A quiche stunned her. Just who exactly was this guy? Even toast with butter on it would have felt like a luxury given the state of things, but a [i]quiche?![/i] She blinked a few times, almost anticipating a seizure was about to come on, as it was the only way to explain the disconnect between what she was seeing and reality. [color=9370DB]"The pigs should've had you go work their cafeteria, you're wasted out here,"[/color] she shook her head slightly. 

	She took one of the plates, and loaded herself up with two pieces of toast, eggs, bacon, and a slice of the quiche. She'd eaten some snacks on the drive here, but this was [i]real food[/i] somehow. Much better than whatever mystery meat Demi had been slinging around in the back of Zeke's car. She scooped her eggs up onto one of the pieces of toast, piled the bacon on, and then topped with the second piece, forming a crude breakfast sandwich for herself. She'd grown up used to finger food - it was cheaper, and most of the frozen stuff that would last for a while didn't need silverware - so this was something she was accustomed to. She took a bite of it, and it was almost perfect - all she was missing was some hot sauce. She would have doubted they had that here but... apparently they had the fixings for quiche. She had no idea how you made quiche, of course, but it seemed challenging. 

	[color=9370DB]"There's no chance anyone's got any Tabasco?"[/color]