There was a picnic, and so there was also an Octavia, piling her plate high and stuffing her pockets with things that would keep a while.

No, she didn't really need to do that. At this point, maybe it was just the ritual of it? Or just not wanting to lapse into thinking securing food for longer than just the current moment wasn't important. She didn't really think this kind of abundance would last for her, after all.