Alright, maybe Rodney deserved that frown. He meets it with a lofted chin and a cat-like avoidance of acknowledging that he'd produced any such inanity. And John's point was a good one; if they really wanted to win, they were going to have to go about this with at least a modicum of forethought.

"Oh. That's. A good point, actually. I did have breakfast." And elevensies, but that's simply because his blood sugar had started dipping early and it was imperative that he remain well-fed or he might get a reputation when his mood inevitably followed his blood sugar down.

"Okay. So we scout now and perhaps eat later. That sounds sensible enough."