They hurried into the storage area beneath the cabin — a cool space filled with crates, jars, and old supplies they had cleaned out days before. Shelves lined the walls, stacked neatly with whatever the old man who once lived there had managed to preserve. Sid crouched down, running a hand along the labels.
"Alright, pick your poison. There's canned soup, dried rations, jerky, beans… your choice."
Evelise's eyes landed on a familiar can. She reached out and held it close, smiling faintly.
"This one. The canned beans. I picked it up last time, remember? I want to taste it again."
Sid chuckled. "Beans, huh? Classy. Alright, I'll grab something to match that — maybe this old canned stew."
They also took a bottle of clean water, a small tin of crackers, and a bit of salt from the supplies. Once they brought everything up, Sid scratched the back of his neck.
"You know… we don't actually know how to cook these. I mean, I still haven't unlocked that part."
