[ Robin hands over the bars and juice box, then kneels on the ground to fully unzip her pack and start rummaging through it. It's then that she realizes that her arm is going way too deep into it. That freaks her the fuck out, so she withdraws, instead holding the sides of the opened zipper with each hand, squinting to look inside at what all might be in there. The interior of the bag is just a kind of dark blur, her eyes slipping, unfocused against her will every time she tries to zero in on what might be inside the bag.

Eddie's gagging coughs pull her attention away, though, and she abandons the bag search to rush over to him. ]

What, why? Are they expired? [ She grabs the package of Kudos and flips it over in her hands, looking for the sell-by date. October 31, 1986. ] No, they're not... Okay. I mean. They wouldn't be expired if we're back home, but we're not back home, so maybe they're... thirty-something years out of date?

[ Wow, good job Buckley, giving your friend thirty year old food.

She grabs another bar from the box, tears open the wrapper and sniffs the bar inside, frowning. Tentatively, eyes squeezed shut like she's about to ingest poison, she takes a bite... and chews... and swallows...

She opens her eyes, head tilted, confused. ]

This tastes fine. [ Double take between her bar and the bar in Eddie's hands. ] What the hell was wrong with yours?