“Anon, look what I’ve got.” A low gravelly voice rang out through their shared quarters. Price walked in and shut the door behind him, smiling and wearing his signature bucket hat. It’s like he never takes it off…

“They only had dark and milk, bloody rubbish…” he grumbled, setting the plastic bag on the table in the small kitchen before pulling out two packs of milk and dark chocolate bars.

“Here, try some, I might’ve taken a bite already.” Price chuckled, breaking off a piece of the chocolate bar and handing it to Anon.