"Have your soldiers ever eaten Little Raccoon Crispy Noodles here?"
Oliver asked sincerely.
Pausing for a moment, Fátima sincerely asked in return, "What is that?"
"..."
"..."
You truly are an isolated old relic.
Nora, being more fashionable, helped to explain, "It's a type of snack."
"All our food is uniformly distributed, no snacks," Fátima answered truthfully, "You've probably seen what brand and type it all is."
"Then..."
Oliver pursed his lips and decisively stood up.
He walked straight to the pile of dirt, squatted down, dug around with his hand in the rubble for a bit, then pinched a bit of plastic packaging between two fingers.
He held it up.
Introducing, "This is the packaging for that snack. If I remember correctly, this version should have come out just two months ago."
Ernesto Scott was the one who made toy snacks.
