She glanced at her, and Perry Reed subdued the light in his eyes, walking towards here at an unhurried pace.
On both sides of the bonfire were branches stuck into the ground, the tops of which were forked, just right for resting the wood that impaled the wild rabbits.
However, the wood used for roasting the rabbits had already been placed over the bonfire by Flossie Wright.
Perry Reed didn't need to do anything, he just watched from the side.
But such an easy task, when it reached Flossie's hands, became a difficult one.
She always had a way of making food a complete mess.
Too capricious, not following rules, uninterested in cooking, liking to act on whatever ideas jumped into her head—a person of action, Flossie's personality was destined to not handle food in an orderly manner.
Of course—
All these practices were very much aligned with Erina Taylor.
Flossie sat opposite the bonfire, propping her chin with one hand, and added wood to the fire with evident boredom.
