Why won't anyone eat the meat? I suppose there goes my hopes of ever cooking some beef?

[Flick spooned some water over Pell's skin, rinsing off what soot he could before going after him with the soap again. He leaned in to press his lips to the top of Pell's head. He winced automatically when his friend said our. Cal. Too bad Pell didn't just leave call there and take whoever the prisoner of war was. They'd all be better off.]

"Prisoner of war? You've been through a lot."