John smiles at his first bite--and laughs a little as the kid dives in, but it's not unkind. He's genuinely pleased to see him tearing into the food like he's never had a meal before (though he's clearly taking care of himself), but he gets that.

Rations suck. Real food's always better.

"Lucky for you, we're coming out of a lean winter, so there's plenty." John assures him. "And if you're a carnivore, I hunt regularly. You got any experience with wilderness stuff?"