Work Text:
The next morning, as Web, Hoobs and Van Klinken make their way back to their platoon, Hoob elbows Web in the ribs,
"I can't believe you gave that poor kid your D-ration." Web smiles proudly,
"Ah I didn't need it, and you heard, kid had never tasted chocolate before."
"He still hasn't! Web, have you ever EATEN one of those things?" Van Klinken glances over and then proceeds to make barfing motions with one finger in his mouth. Web's smile falters,
"But it's chocolate, what the hell is wrong with you guys?"
"It's a D-ration man. They just call it chocolate because it's brown and shaped like a brick and it sounds more appetising than calling it a shitbar." Van Klinken decided to pipe up, adding what he's learned on his couple week's supply duty back at Toccoa.
"They never intended them to taste like actual chocolate, so they get kept for emergencies. They're full of calories but taste like ass."