A few hundred words based on last post’s thoughts.

“Damn it! Potatoes again!” Trill growled, slamming the lid of the pot back down, some boiling water splashed out and evaporated on the fire.
“We don’t have a lot of choice,” said Detra as diplomatically as possible while she chopped a few scant vegetables with her dagger.
“Oh no. We had plenty of choice. Plenty. Until you decided we were going North!”
“Well, you could have caught a small, innocent creature for your dinner,” Veltra offered as some kind of sarcastic consolation. It had only been two days since they had left the Dragon Lands, and food supplies were beginning to look limited. They had travelled across country, avoiding the well-travelled roads and towns. This had partly been to avoid detection from people who may be pursuing them and partly to avoid opportunistic people who may have decided to prey on the desperate people trying to leave the North.
“Not likely! Even the game around here has gone to ground,” Trill said. “It must be the monsters.”
“Or are the monsters spooking you?” Detra wondered.
“Bite your tongue,” Trill growled. “I see you haven’t gone off wandering to look for Spirits.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“If you can’t be civil then be quiet,” Veltra suggested. Detra silently returned to chopping vegetables and Trill silently returned to sulking.