Sonia puffs out a dry laugh. "No it doesn't. It's just hot groats and cured mutton." She crouches and sets the food down on the ground next to Beth. She looks to be a few years older than Beth, lean and a little worn as much as you could expect any girl would look after ten years of war, but she's retained a certain softness about her. "It doesn't even have any maple syrup. Sorry about that. The mess officer wasn't in a sharing mood."