Fives shifts around a little awkwardly to get all of him on the compact little bed they share, his head still propped on Jedao's thigh, and reaches up to brush fingers through Jedao's hair.

"Bread and cheese we actually have." Unlike some more elaborate things, so he can easily supply those. "We might not have apples soon if we don't get a proper resupply, though." Which is... frustrating, but not dangerous. They have enough food, they just don't have as much interesting food.