[PM stops in front of the bread section, glancing over toward him and then back to the bread, as if he needs to follow her gaze to find it.]
Yes. Bread. [So reverently. Even a month out of the desert, bread continues to be practically a food miracle. She pulls down a loaf of white, opening the package and handing him a slice.] I was so happy when a human woman sent me a loaf of banana bread that I ate the whole thing at once...