Heavy snowfall has closed the slopes for the third day in a row, leading to high tension in the Ski Patrol lodge, which is starting to take on the unmistakeable musk of base-layer body odour and salopette sweat. Jock makes a cutting and needlessly obscene remark about the resort owner and his cringing fear of costly litigation should anyone have an accident in such poor conditions, and laments the good old days when the slopes would remain open come frozen hell or high water. Josh is pacing around like an over-hormonal teenager, which he is. Sick of the sight and smell of him, Lt. Powers sends Josh out for some snacks for the crew. Most of the usual snack bars are closed, and Josh finds himself in some unfamiliar backwater hut that is selling nothing but scampi fries. Josh knows what fries are, but has no idea what they have to do with scampi, or what a scampi is even. He asks no questions and buys a boxful to take back to the base for a suspiciously fair price. The proud smile Josh was wearing as he burst through the base door quickly vanishes when one of the crew opens a packet and a stench that would sink the Titanic overwhelms the room. Even Tony is disgusted, which speaks volumes. It quickly becomes evident that the snacks are heavily out of date. It’s a surprise Lt. Powers can still smell anything, but he smells an Environmental Health violation and sends out a crack team to investigate, but not before opening as many windows as possible.