[scott stumbles toward the fire, a hand reaching up to try and flatten down his messy hair. when he gets close enough, he drops down on the sand and lets out a small yawn. his sleep had been broken and more than once he'd lain awake for a few hours before drifting back off.]
Good morning. [he mumbles.] Is there any food left?
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Good morning. [he mumbles.] Is there any food left?