DP looked around the space, then nodded and dropped his pack on the counter. Digging into it, he pulled out out the small canister of steelcut oats he'd found, and the bag of dried milk, the little baggie of sodium bicarbonate he'd scraped up from a bakery, and the tiny jar of honey. Glancing over his shoulder he asked, "Got a bowl, maybe? I can make it in a bag, but...."
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