"Or mine." Soldat has had gross nutrient shakes, nutrition via IV and feeding tube, various drug concoctions, and they're suddenly pretty sure they've eaten rat before. Over a campfire and then in a stew. Must've been during the war.

Not super important right now. At least it's a(n unpleasant) distraction from Aziraphale and Crowley being gone. Harder to be sad when one is annoyed and embarrassed. "Fuck, I'm gonna to have to do something about this. Rather not throw up all the time. Or have this thing in me decide it wants to swallow rocks."