Outside Misthalin: morning

Chris woke up early the next morning. It was chilly, and he was hungry. He looked over to where Jen and Eric had slept last night. They were already out of bed. He turned around and saw the fire going. They were cooking breakfast, it looked like.
"Morning, Chris. Hungry?" Chris nodded. Last night's dinner was less than filling. "Roll up the beds and we'll take care off this."
After he had gotten the beds rolled back up, he sat down on the edge of the cart. Jen handed him a bowl of something the resembled oatmeal. He picked up a spoon and tasted it. It had a consistency of wet cardboard, and a taste to match. But he was still hungry, and downed the bowl pretty quickly.
After a quick check make sure they had everything, they got back on the road.