"Hm?" Carter asked through a mouthful of mixed fruit. "No, no. It's just so good that I want to have as much as possible of it. I'm not used to this much good food at all, especially all the fruit and sugar." LeBeau could do amazing things with quality but he wasn't a magician--there was never enough skillful French meddling to go around, and even before the stalags they'd had rationing.

Carter swallowed and extended his hand to his new friend, whose tray was looking woefully empty. The man must be a very fast eater, Carter had barely begun and he'd been in a hurry to get to the good stuff. "I'm Andrew Carter, sergeant. Are you a military kind of guy or just a tough guy? You look tough," he said, babbling with the cheer of someone who has no idea how much they're annoying the people around them. Now maybe those taco things next, what did one put in them?