Voss looked at the delivery ledger before she looked at Valen’s plate.
“Will you let supper stay warm?”
“For the first course.”
“There’s one course.”
He put the papers beside his place and began eating.
The command mess served ordinary field food. A patrol officer described a route change while another tried to repair a boot strap without placing it on the table. Nothing about the meal suggested the commander enjoyed paying staff to stand beside a queue that made every resident angrier.
When the patrol instructions were finished, Valen opened the grain account.
An officer read the release entry.
