"Suit yourself." Lina didn't ask further, lazily leaning against the rock behind her, gazing at the flickering flames.
"When I was young, I heard people recite, um, I mean, I read some novels." Vivian, still doing nothing, lay on the thick blanket beside the Fire Pit, which Catherine had also wrapped her in two layers. At the moment, half-closing her eyes, she spoke with a somnolent voice, "The heroes in the books hunted and made their own meals when camping in the wild. After reading their descriptions, I thought the grilled meat must be very delicious. But after becoming an adventurer and actually making food myself, I realized it's not like what I imagined. Making delicious roasted meat requires a lot of preparation beforehand, otherwise, it's hard and tasteless. A real pity."
"Hehe." Pannish winked at Vivian, lowering his voice, "What the books say isn't necessarily wrong, you know."
"Huh?" Wrapped in her blanket, Vivian sat up and likewise whispered, "What do you mean?"
