Stahl groaned. There was never enough food to keep his hunger satisfied. The olive haired boy was known throughout the camp for his gluttony despite being one of the smaller built males. As his sleepy eyes scanned the food tent looking for any food left overs on their plate he felt a light tapping on his shoulders. Turning round he came face to face with the white haired tactician.
"Here's a left over muffin" the words sounded like music to Stahl's ears as he gingerly accepted the item from her hand. A simple exchange that started the pairs blossoming friendship.