"And Oreos?" Stefan asked.
"And Oreos," Sawyer replied. He quickly made his way into the pantry shelf in the small kitchen area he'd set up. He grabbed a box of Twinkies and a package of Oreo cookies then carried them back to the table. "Don't eat too many too fast. You haven't had any refined sugar in your system in years. Take my word for it, you'll get sick to your stomach." He certainly had, but oh man, it had totally been worth it.
"I don't care if it puts me in a coma." Sam grabbed one of the Twinkies, ripped open the package, then shoved the whole thing in his mouth. He was reaching for another one as he chewed. "Oh my god, these are so good."
Sawyer sat down next to Stefan and watched as the box of Twinkies and the package of Oreos were devoured. He remembered doing pretty much the same thing when he'd discovered the cache of goodies.
"How about some real food?"
Stefan paused with an Oreo halfway to his mouth. "What sort of real food?"
"I'll go whip something up. You guys enjoy the sugar overload."
He got up and walked back to his makeshift kitchen. It wasn't much. He was pretty sure it had been an employee kitchenette at one time. There was a small fridge, stove, and sink. None of them worked at the moment.
The dishes, cookware, and utensils came in handy, however. Sawyer gathered up the supplies he'd need to make a meal big enough to feed everyone then fired up the camp stove he'd found in storage.
After opening several cans, he mixed the ingredients together then poured them all into a pan lined with tinfoil. He placed it over the flames of the camp stove then covered it with a metal lid. Now, he just needed to wait until the taco casserole was fully cooked. It wasn't a masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination. Just something he learned he could cook over an open flame.
As an added surprise, he opened one of the containers of powdered sour cream and mixed it with the required amount of water. Granted, it was powdered, but he'd bet just about anything it had been years since any of them had had sour cream. He doubted they'd care.
While the casserole was cooking, he grabbed dishes and eating utensils then carried them out to the table along with the sour cream. When he set them all down on the middle of the table, he noticed the empty box and ripped plastic Oreo package.
"You sure you all got room for food?"
Sam eyed the container of sour cream as if he thought it might jump at him. "What did you make?"
"Taco casserole."
The man frowned. "How did you make taco casserole?" he asked. "I can't remember the last time I saw a cow."
"Ancient family secret."
"Ancient family secret?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I opened can."
"A can?" Sam sounded skeptical. "You opened a can and made taco casserole?"
Sawyer grinned. "Yep."
"How?"
"With a can opener?"
Sam's eyes narrowed. "How'd you make the taco casserole from a can, asshole?"
"Sam, my man, you'd be surprised the things they have hidden in this place. I can make all sorts of things."
"For example?"
"Well, bread, cakes, desserts, anything with chopped ham or ground beef, eggs, cheese, rice, chicken, noodles, canned vegetables, beans, potatoes—"
"Fuck me." Sam's eyes rounded. "You have all that?"
"Well, yeah. That's some of the stuff they had down in that storage room."
"Holy, shit!"
