You look upon the array of discarded wrappers and empty bottles in front of you, the haunting reminder that food is terribly scarce and that being the main reason why you're there — rationing the remaining food into biteable pieces, with none other than your team's goalie : Van Palmer. There was barely anything to eat to begin with, from corn chips to some leftover chocolate — they all had to be cut up in order for everyone to have a bite.

Your own stomach growls in a low, insistent, rumble. It's awfully embarassing, since everyone else is starving too — you didn't have the right to take a quick bite out of anything because they trusted you to ration them for the next hours to come. Head hung low, you continue with your work — until you see Van looking at you, pausing with her own knife.

She takes a piece of chocolate from her side, offering it to you with a serious glance. "Here, you should eat something." You were about to shake your head and decline — but she grabs your hand, gently as she does so, and places the lone piece of chocolate on it. "Don't worry about it, you gotta eat."