Shoulder bump. "I guess there's that."

"It's a very important element."

"And I can scrounge us both up some food, anyways. I'm not the best tracker in the First Army for nothing."

"I would appreciate that very much."

"Figure out where you want our private feast to be, then, and I'll meet you there."

"How about up on that tower?"

Nod. "Feel free to move if it doesn't work out. I'll always find you, anyways."

"Yeah, you're good at that."

Grin, and quick hug. "I'll be back before you know it."

And she's off, to see what paths speak to her for food. She's in the mood for something nice...

The Second Army doesn't eat with the First. Might be they brought better fare with them.

And there's a higher chance one individual grisha left their food unguarded; the common stores of the First Army are under tight watch. 

She slips into a section of their encampment that feels likely, deftly avoiding people's awareness as she goes, scanning the tents for any sign of untended food. 

Seems like there's one over here that has a meal laid out on a sideboard, no sign of the tent's occupant...

Score.

She walks forward softly, like she's trying not to spook a deer or rabbit, mentally judging how much she can easily take. A tray would be good for quantity, but more difficult to sneak through the encampment...

She also samples some of the food first, of course. Got to make sure it's up to standards. 

"What do you think you're doing?" says a voice from behind her.

She turns around and pops a berry in her mouth. "Stealing," she says, with an impish smirk.

"At least you're an honest thief. But I'll thank you to leave the rest of my supper to me."

"Not one for sharing?"

"Not when I haven't eaten since dawn."

She hums, then nudges the un-chewed berry to clear view between her lips - then back into her cheek. "Want this back, then?"

She steps forward. "And if I say yes?"

"You'll have to come and get it, then."

"Fair enough." She closes the distance to Val, laces her arms behind Val's neck, and bends her head in for a kiss.

Once Elvira has her lips open, a current of air drawn from Val's lungs aids the berry's progress to the tongue of its rightful owner. She pulls back, chews, and swallows.

"You cheat," she murmurs, stepping closer. 

"I choose not to limit myself. I am a Squaller, darling."

"No excuse for teasing me."

"Oh, I think your expression makes an excellent excuse."