With a makeshift kitchen, I began to prepare the food. I was fueled by the desire to make Lys see me as trustworthy.
I took some gigantic eggs and, in a frying pan improvised by Ivan, who curiously practiced blacksmithing, and managed to put together a decent cooking set with minerals we found along the way or with the parts of some beasts.
Ssszzzzz...
The smell began to spread as I thinly sliced the meat of a beast that, although it had a dubious appearance that I preferred not to remember because it spoiled my appetite, its meat was delicious.
I sliced it like bacon and fried it in another pan. The aroma was expanding, and at some point, Silvia appeared at my side, which I was grateful for, since cooking for ten people was complicated.
"Good morning, Silvia," I greeted her.
"Good morning, Chris. Sorry I got up a little late," she replied.
"No problem," I said with a smile.
