Fizahn:

Fizahn looks at his cookies suspiciously. There's no possible way these could be here short of magic. Could they be poisoned? As he's thinking about the cookies, he feels the sharp pangs of hunger. He finishes fishing the last of his rations out of his pack. I'll save them for a later time when I'm completely out of rations. Fizahn finishes eating and tries to argue or compromise his way into first or final watch before going to bed.