Scooping some of the mashed potatoes into her mouth, North chewed on it as she grimaced. One word? Bland. Bland and sticky. Did they run out of salt? Because she was pretty sure she’d brought back salt yesterday. “You might want to be careful with the mash. They’d turned it into PB&J,” she blanched, washing it down with a gulp of her drink. “Maybe I should just take over the kitchen instead of scouting. Then, people won’t have to gamble over what’s gonna be the Grossest Food of the Day.” She gave a shook of her head.
“You know what,” she said, having a go at the meat now, “I’m gonna make us Mexican one of these days. Just gonna go out into town and see what I can scrape up, and I will make us enchiladas, burritos, quesadillas, or tacos. Anything but this.” Taking a tentative taste of the mystery meat, North paused for a moment before tipping her head slightly, “Okay, that’s not bad. We just need buns, lettuce, and cheese now. Or a garden. A garden would be hella nice.”
Smiling at her, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear as she asked, “So, what kinda shit did they have you get into today? Anything new and exciting happened while I was out?” New and exciting was a very loose term since there really wasn’t a lot that could go on in a hospital. But, every once in a while, something moderately interesting did happen and she wouldn’t mind a good tale right now (if there was one) considering she usually missed them.