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With the meal prepared and ready to be served, you look around the clearing. While everyone eats, you look for a place to sit or someone to join. Everyone's eating so fast, you might only have time for one quick check-in. There will be time for more in-depth talks later.

You sit with…

You hear Reilly and Nora from behind you before you walk over. Her beach chair is leaned back with a meal tray high on her lap, and Reilly stands over her trying to place a square of cloth across her chest.

"I am not a child!" she shouts and slaps his hands away. "I don't need a bib."

Reilly stands with a slow sigh. "Jesus, Ma, I don't want your dress to get stains—"

Nora snatches the napkin out of his head, crumbles it, and tosses it to the dirt. "Will you cut it out before I shoot you in the leg!" As she spots you walking over, her face lights up with a glowing smile. "Luth! Join us, honey. Have a seat. Use this chair. Reilly can sit on the ground."

You sit in the beach chair, and Reilly plops to the bare ground, sulking as he eats his meal.

"Hot day, huh?" Nora says, fanning her neck with an old People magazine.

You spend some time there, enjoying your meal while chatting and occasionally looking around camp at the other survivors. Most stare at their bowls with discontent, and you even hear a few grumbles at the paltry meals. Though no one speaks their complaints, you can tell what they're thinking: "Where's the rest of it?"

Church walks over to Parker's blanket, and they kneel together in silence, heads bowed and hands pressed together in a sign of prayer. After a few moments, Parker makes the sign of the cross, and Church walks back to his camp spot.

Reilly spoons his soup and sucks on the spoon for every last morsel. Jaime eats a mouthful and pauses, you figure, to make it last longer. The twins stare off into the woods, mindlessly lifting their spoons to their mouths.

After you eat, you rise and walk to the campfire. While no one's watching, you reach under a cardboard box, where you hid a bowl of extra portions of food. Glancing around at the survivors, you see many of them huddled over their containers, their shoulders slumped, faces glum, and morale low.

Looking back at the bowl, you can distribute two portions of the secret meal. You give the first portion to…