Once that ritual's finished, he's being silently shown the tree-den and all its little nooks, little crannies just begging to be investigated. All Nux needs is that sweep to be told he won't get reprimanded for sniffing around. So he does. Almost literally, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the stuff, then at Bolt one last time before turning and going right for the cupboard. Opening it. Look at that! More tiny doors, secret compartments, like in the compound!

There's a box of some sort of long-stale crackers that Nux grabs with enthusiasm. He eyeballs the packaging and tilts it, tries to see if it shines in the light like his precious BEE - stashed away like a treasure somewhere. Doesn't. Oh well. He rips at the box itself before noticing there is another thing blocking him from the snack. With a frustrated grunt, he rips the plastic apart inside as well. Could've just shoved his hand in from the get-go but here is someone who has never encountered Wheat Thins or anything remotely like them.

Some crackers are yanked out and eaten. Crunchy. Salty. Gritty and tasteless from age, but after days of no food they're bliss. He eats noisily and without manners before seeming to remember Bolt is right there, he's stealing from him-- and stops. Sheepishly offers the box his way, mid-chew, giving him a questioning look.