"God, I need to find some real food for you lot," Saturday says, a real smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "This isn't actually good, it's just edible - I mean, I've had worse, but not by choice."

Nonetheless, she starts wolfing it down. They won't give her as much as she needs in each meal, which means more meals per day; the cost comes out the same but mysterious are the ways of corps.