Peter, Lily, Larry, and Daniel arrived not long after my conversation with Ana ended, saving both of us from the awkwardness within the room.
For breakfast, we took stone-hard bread, with watered-down milk. It felt like torture for my mouth to chew the hard substance and make it soft enough to go down my throat. As for the milk, I couldn't even taste anything creamy within it.
'It's like white-colored water!' I nearly gagged.
I wondered how they were able to get milk, though, since they had no way of preserving it.
'Maybe they used Peter's ice ability?' I reasoned.
When I asked about it, the answer was entirely different. Apparently, the Camp used powdered milk, and not evaporated ones, allowing them to preserve it well.
'Still, I wish I could exchange this for the milk I have in [Subspace].
