"Then I get dibs on the meat and spices. If you're nice, maybe I'll let you have some jerky when food starts running low." Willow grins, grabbing a couple hand towels.

She looks around. "Most of this stuff isn't going to be so great, aside from what we've already grabbed" she tells him. "-But, oh." She picks up a thermal lunchbox emblazoned with the Cancer symbol in red. "Don't these things act like portable ice boxes?"