John stops by one of the tables, picks up a plate, and grabs a couple of sandwiches off a nearby tray. He adds some cheese, and a few cookies for good measure, then turns and offers the plate to the kid.

"Eat." he instructs, terse but gentle. "Whatever's eatin' you, kid, survival's a right. Not a privilege--and when it comes easy, it's a blessing. Don't turn your nose up at it. C'mon, take it."