This taste—
It's truly hard to describe.
Almost subconsciously, Devina Millet lifted her eyes, glancing at Flossie Wright sitting opposite her.
With an expressionless face and a calm demeanor, she silently ate the grilled fish.
After some thought, Devina Millet just swallowed the grilled fish.
Alright then.
Compared to her own grilled fish, Flossie Wright's culinary skills were indeed of a higher level.
...
The two finished eating the grilled fish.
The entire process involved almost no conversation.
The cave wasn't large, and Flossie Wright lit another campfire, as if drawing a straight line to keep a certain distance from Devina Millet.
Each guarded their own fire and then went to dry their respective clothes.
Taking advantage of the free time, Flossie Wright even found a few sticks, tied them together with parachute cords, and laid them on the ground to serve as a "bed".
The sky was growing darker.
