North couldn’t help but laugh at her "shit sandwich" reference because it was completely true. The only decent sandwich they could make right now was a subpar one. It was better than what they could have gotten elsewhere, but it didn’t mean it still wouldn’t kill the taste buds. Fresh bread wasn’t a luxury to come by easily either. They took time to make and they were quick to expire, unlike canned or processed food.
“You’re right,” she nodded her head, “I’ll just stick with scouting. It gives me a better chance to stretch my legs and explore the town more.” Cutting into the meat again, North went on, “I could maybe try to see if I can find any seeds. But, y’know, with the blister gas in the atmosphere, I don’t know how it’ll affect it if we do make a little garden for ourselves.” She paused for a moment as she slipped the chunk into her mouth. “Hey,” Her eyes widened a bit in thought, “do you think we can find a way to grow them inside? Kinda like what they do in greenhouses, right? Keep the veggies inside a contained space where it won’t be, I don’t know, exposed to the gas when it’s passing through or something.” She wasn’t much of a science person (or even all that great at it), but it was something they could research on.
Giving a light shrug of her shoulder, she leant back in her seat as she crossed her ankles. There wasn’t a lot of room underneath and she was tempted to tuck one leg in on the bench, but that would just bug other people. “I’m what you would call a connoisseur of all things Spanish-related,” she remarked with a grin, “It’s my favorite language, my favorite culture, my favorite everything.” Tilting her head a bit, she tapped her chin with the edge of her fork, “I don’t know. I’m just totes into it. But, I mean, I’m into other cultures too, like Asian or German. Hispanic just hits home in a weird way.” Not that she herself was of Latin descent. “Plus,” she pointed out, trying the vegetables on the plate next, “you can’t say ‘tacokicker’ isn’t a totally rad name.”
The broccoli was alright, but North had always liked mushy broccoli. She wasn’t as big of a fan of the carrots though. Nope. Not nice. Just gonna stick with the greens. Chewing slowly, she listened to Penelope list off all the items she’d sorted. “I could use a Twinkie about now,” she muttered under her breath, her gaze downtrodden as she looked at the mashed potatoes again. Can’t waste. Need to eat it. Gotta suck it up. Scraping off a large goop of it, she lifted it up to her mouth before she dropped it (and the fork) down at the news of an X-Box. “Are you for freaking reals?” Her excitement was genuine and obvious as her entire face lit up, “Dude, what I would do to play some games again. Who do you think we can ask? Wait, what kinda games do we have in storage? Should I go out to look for some?”
North had never been much of a computer person, but she loved games. She’d shared several stations with Norah; not to mention, all the other ones that were either passed down from or owned by her other siblings. It was pretty nostalgic to think about, yet it left her with a small pang. Picking up her eating utensil again, she tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear as she switched to an easier topic. “Nah. I didn’t.” She gave a sheepish smile, “I’ll go scout tomorrow, but I don’t think they want me out there after yesterday.” Apparently, it was frowned upon to get a ride from a raider, even a nice one. “I’d just spent the day helping the docs out and raking in some sleep time.”