[Mess Hall officers, you have first priority of access, come get your supplies for the week. We have two weeks of fresh produce, and then we're back to shelf stable, but the good civilian stuff, not the packed by the lowest bidder version.] Max informed the Regiment as soon as they were back at warp.
He would never hear the end of it if he made the crew eat another freeze-dried and canned meal when they had literal tonnes of fresh food sitting in the cargo bay.
Since they needed the crew relatively sober, the General had decided to ration the Rum supply. One Barrel per Battalion per month. That worked out to roughly a bottle per person every month, or a shot a day, which gave them enough for celebrations, but not daily intoxication.
