Ruby "Roundhouse" Rogers was an incredible cook. Like, it was actually scary.

She could do this thing with literally any type of meat ever, and boom. It would actually taste like chicken. She was very proud of herself. It was a secret family recipe for survivalists like her Uncle Todd. People who built themselves personal underground bunkers or married Aunt Josephine or kept a sawed-off shotgun hidden underneath their pillow or took obscure job offers in-the-middle-of-the-jungle-in-the-middle-of-nowhere. The fact of the matter was that the Rogers were by no means perfect and that it was quite fitting for her to know how to cook "chicken surprise" like a boss.

Mouse had been surprised when she told him that she would be doing the cooking after he had botched their rations that first week out in Jumanji. Apparently, he and Smolder had been suffering through his incompetence as a cook since they had left Peru. Ruby had banned him from even carrying the food, and had ended up dividing it between herself, the Professor, and Dr. Bravestone. She had become the uncontested supreme leader in all food-related activities ever since she had taken over the ration preparation and their quality of life had increased exponentially.

But that's what happens when you get a little boy to do a real woman's work. Everyone got food poisoning and fucking died. Because Mouse.

So every morning, Ruby got up a little bit later than everyone else. Every morning, the team thanked her for everything-that-you've-done-for-us-darlin' as she handed them anything from a scavenged five-star omelet to a nutty-berry-paste-y-thing on stale bread. Every evening, everyone gathered around the firepit for weiners-on-a-stick or expertly seasoned definitely-not-chicken-stew. Every meal was run through Ruby first. This was for their protection, of course, and no one argued after what Mouse accidentally did to Dr. Bravestone. The poor man hadn't been able to move more than twenty paces before vomiting all over the campsite and whoever else was nearby. Sometimes, on slow days, Ruby helped pick sick out of the ridges on the underside of people's boots. She was also, on a totally unrelated note, the only person allowed- other than Smolder, naturally- to touch large pointy objects such as knives, wooden stakes, and, on the rarest of occasions, harpoon guns.