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Occasionally in their rounds of scavenging for food, they will sometimes get lucky and find cans of ravioli. Its something that they keep secret from the others that they meet on the road and cherish their finding before eventually eating it or trading it for something they need.
Mostly because it brings up much more happier memories of a time when they were with their family before the apocalypse had turned in the known world into a fiery hell that destroyed the known world. That left the oh so lucky survivors fighting against each other over any and all meager supplies that could be found.
Sometimes they look at the precious discovery of food and remember the delicious and uniquely spicy scent of their mother's homemade ravioli. Of the special sauce that she would make just to go with it.