Five hours was how long it took for Neve to finish everything he was doing.
Cooking for dinner, roasting the leftover meat and reorganising.
The kitchen had a system now... he had arranged it over the past few hours into something that made sense. Vegetables by type in the containers. Dried meat on the high shelf away from the moisture that came through the crack. Fresh things were near the front, where he would reach them first.
He made a thick stew. Unlike the soup, this one had less water and more substance, the potatoes broke down into the broth as it cooked, thickening it naturally. He added the carrot-things late because they softened fast. Salt at the end.
He stirred and waited and thought about Ryker arriving tomorrow.
