As i washed the unfinished food down the drain and collected the paper plates to throw out, i considered my ancestors. what would they think of this excess and waste? they would have spent days on a hunt to take down a single bison and then painstakingly find a use for every single part. was our heritage picnic becoming a dishonor to their legacy? which detail most clearly gives this passage a reflective tone? a. the facts about traditional hunting. b. the question about excess and waste. c. mention of the narrator's ancestors. d. the thoughts on the picnic's success.