|[ just a bit of caterpillar ]|
[By habit he's the suspicious sort, which is why he's only nibbled at the food. He doesn't assume it's harmless-- but, he reasons, this is a closed system, and everything, ultimately, must have been provided by the Wardens. If they want to poison the populace, they'll manage it.
But try the food he has, and so Rudy is sprawled out in the grass somewhere, a half-eaten pastry forgotten beside him, head on his folded arms. He's humming to himself. Mostly Riders on the Storm, or various classic rock songs.]