"Our best option is scavenging. At times, the Convoy stops near old gas stations, or the diner during the previous stop. It isn't much, but otherwise, we'd have to take chances with the local flora..."

Pausing, he takes another sip. Then, an amusing thought crosses his mind.

"A few months ago, we came across farmlands, but the fruits and vegetables had ill fitting tastes. For instance, apples that tasted like watermelon."

He watches Ren closely, eager to gauge his reaction to this food sacrilege. "...But yes, I have missed this."