I think this is the grungiest I have ever been in my entire life. It's the third day of travel and the Parcell estate is still miles off. We really are taking our time to travel and yet, I enjoy every bit of it.
"It tastes bland, ain't it?" I ask Calais who is sipping on the soup that I prepared. He is sitting cross-legged beside me.
"This is still better than the meals I cook."
"We are close to a town. Maybe we can stop over and buy some more ingredients?"
"Hmmm, we are already close to Parcell's though, and stopping over towns… We already had a bad experience with that."
"But we still have lunch to prepare, and probably dinner or breakfast, if ever we get more delayed."
"Do you want that?"
I cock my head at him. "You mean get delayed with you?"
A mischievous smile appears on his face and he says, "I mean, do you want me to buy some ingredients in the nearby town? However, I need to do it alone."
