The truth was, Poe always kept a stash of rations in his rooms for nights like this. Just in case he came in and needed to shove something in his mouth before taking off again. He almost went to say so - but bit his tongue before he did. Yeah. Great idea, Poe. Back to the scene of the crime.

"Iola has a bit of a black market in C wing," he said instead. "Zergathon Noodles, Black Smethel steaks, you name it. I have no idea how she gets the stuff here, but if you want a good meal while the canteen is down, she's your girl."

And then, because apparently his mouth in full control rather than his brain, he said what he had promised himself not to say:

"Or if you don't mind ration packs, I've got some stashed away."