The campfire's glow illuminated the campsite, casting flickering shadows on the tents and the bubbling kettle, where a bland, porridge, like sludge simmered, giving off a faint, unappealing scent of raw wheat.
Skadi tugged at Aisha's sleeve, her voice shrill as she trailed behind, her tail thrashing, while Aisha ignored her, warming her hands by the fire, her face set in a smug grin, her heart buzzing with amusement at Skadi's relentless questions.
Cassius approached, his smile soft as he glanced at the pair, but his expression soured when he noticed the kettle's contents, his heart sinking at the sight of the unappetizing meal.
Aisha looked up, her voice teasing as she caught his grimace.
"What's with that face, Cassius? You look like you're about to gag just looking at this." She said, her tone playful as she leaned back on her hands. "What, is our dinner not fancy enough for you? Did you expect a royal feast out here in the middle of nowhere?"
