Seated near a pond that was shallow enough for sunlight to reach the bottom and surrounded by green trees, Charles patted his full stomach, feeling content.
"Did I mention you're a great cook? If not, let me just say you really are."
Skyler's lips twitched. He scoffed and turned the clean, thin tree branches laden with pieces of meat over the fire. Of course, the meat didn't belong to the spiders. They had discovered a flock of ordinary quails in a hidden grassy area and caught some.
Charles was the one who ignited a fire by gathering dry branches and leaves. He did this easily by striking two stones together, as if he had done it many times before.
Only when he was done did Skyler realize his evil scheme! Since he lit the fire, Skyler had to do the work of cutting and cleaning the meat. And, fuck, it was so hard! Why? Because he only had a spear!
Ultimately, he also ended up cooking.
That explains their current situation.
