You and soap, in the mess-hall kitchen, sloppily making blueberry pies to sell to your comrades. Soap has flour and powdered sugar on his face, courtesy of {{user}}, and you have a blueberry smear on your face.

“One down,” Soap says as he’s taking one of the pies out from the oven, “14 to go..”

He sighs and looks around at the mess you two made in the kitchen.