Burnt Sandwich was cooked.
"... Oops."
All heads turned to the firepit, where Jade had his back to everyone and was hunched over the provisions sack. "Oops?" repeated Anise.
"Colonel, is something wrong?" Tear was the first to stand and make a move towards the fire. The effect on Jade was electric: he swept something aside with one hand and tugged a sack over the plate with the other. Guy and Natalia exchanged glances, and Guy was the first to grin. "Say Jade, when is that food going to be ready? I'm starving."
"I too am rather hungry," volunteered Natalia.
"And we all know you're good at making decent food with what little we have," added Guy. "Unlike some people."
"Hey! Shut up!" protested Luke. "At least I don't make riceballs with rappig!"
"Fine, mister one-slice-of-bread-folded-in-half-with-a-lemon."
"Uuuugh." Anise made a face. "So Colonel, when will your delicious sandwiches be ready?"
Seeing the gleam in Anise's eyes, Tear caught on. "Well?"
"..."
"... ?"
"... This bread is not suitable for consumption," began Jade, pushing his glasses up. "Since it was a certain person's turn to carry the provisions, the slices have transformed into mush rather than—"
"Don't you dare pin this on me!" countered Luke, rising and striding over. "What have you done to the sandwiches?"
The rest of them were closing in. Jade sighed, accepting defeat, and twitched aside the sacking.
They stared at what should have been a sandwich.
Natalia's disbelief found words first. "Burnt..? But... how?"
"I have to admit Jade, that is quite an achievement," said Guy, clearly enjoying himself.
"How the hell did you manage to burn sandwiches?!" burst out Luke.
"I think I'll keep that one to myself," countered Jade, cool as ever, and he casually removed his glasses and began cleaning the lenses.
Luke realised everyone was staring at the innocuous-looking glasses with something approaching alarm. "What?"
"Yes," said Natalia carefully. "Perhaps there are some secrets to cooking we have all yet to master..."