The Joys Of Burnt Food

"Company nice..." Stella admitted as she pulled out a small rock with an odd symbol painted on it. "All got is Al. He not talk much." It was a bit embarrassing to admit that all she usually spoke to was a rock, but it was all she had most days. His lack of response meant she had no real feedback on her speech, sadly, so she was concerned that she sounded like a child most days.

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Grinning back, Kyra gestured to her own treasure trove of fruits and some meats. "Indeed we do!" She chimed back and hopped to her feet. Turning, she walked over and glanced over the spices. "Uh, you'll be the one cooking, right? Last time I cooked, we ate burnt coyote for three days and I really don't want us living through that again."

It had been the last time she'd willingly cooked for them. Great thing about Kyra was she could hunt, but she could not cook. That was probably why she'd never found a husband yet...