Of course, Flossie Wright couldn't compare with them.
So, she didn't hold much confidence in Rowdy Brightwill either.
Therefore—
seeing his results was quite unexpected.
"You handle it first."
After a pause, Flossie Wright said to Rowdy Brightwill, then put down the firewood in her hands and went to the side to scoop up some snow.
There was no water source nearby, either the cafeteria or the dormitory, but both were too far away.
Using the melted snow to wash her hands was just making do.
Holding the snow, Flossie Wright came to the campfire, placed her hands near the flames, waiting for the snow to melt while using the snow water to clean her hands.
Rowdy Brightwill, on the other hand, was diligently processing the roasted rabbit.
Their knives had been taken away, so they had to rely on their hands to handle such things.
With the roasted rabbit ready, they could only eat "hand-shredded rabbit."
"Flossie, here."
