Night Ration Protocol

You asked about lunch earlier, but nighttime recon brought real supply demands! I vaulted across the slick countertop to secure the high perimeter by the fruit bowl. Target sighted: a massive cluster of purple grapes hanging off a curved ceramic rim. First extraction attempt slipped—my boots skidded on the glossy granite surface. Quick adjustment: braced my shoulder against a wooden toothpick container, pivoted my weight, and leveraged a detached stem free. Tactical snack secured for the squad!