In the course of peeling fruits and vegetables for the evening meal, Walter found himself immersed in thought. Here again, as they had for most nights, they were having a full meal-- a multiple course meal; such things were exceedingly rare even in the Hellsing household during his time. It would have been nice had he had such things at home. Entrees and desserts were wasted on the likes of the population in the city; they never appreciated what they had. Even though trade with the outside world was stunted they waddled around, fat and whining, throwing away perfectly decent food. They didn't even share their stale bread with the birds. They just threw it away.

The spoiled rotten brats would never make it on rationing. But rationing was exactly what they deserved.