"Thanks for the story. I'll remember it when I'm trapped in the snow without food. At least you didn't eat each other," she added, grimacing at having to read the novel "Alive" ((if you don't know what it was about, the previous comment should tell you *yuck*)) for one of her psychology classes quite a few years back. "But first of all we don't even have horses and secondly, I wouldn't eat them unless I had too."She watched as Ral dug through his bag, filled mainly with gourd of ((tea? was it)). He finally took out some dried meat and some other stuff ((anyone have any ideas)) "Bon Appetite", the Monk mumbled as he handed out the food.
Ash peeked at how much food was left in the bag as Ral handed it out. Not enough, she decided, "Guys I don't think we're going to have enough food if we want another meal. We started out with only five of us and now there are seven. Maybe we can each eat only a little and supplement it with Zak's parchment-aftertaste food. How's that sound?"
((I hope no one minds that I actually made Ral take out the food and say two words 
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