The others looked up upon hearing movement in the trees. A young recruit stood up, looking alertly into the greenery.
He was greeted by the sight of six, rather harried-looking people emerging from the trees, the taller, more muscular one carrying two rabbits and the old woman carrying a small deer with the help of a girl.
“Ah, Harry, come help us over here. We’ve got some food to prepare,” Linda said, grunting as she held out the deer to him. The new recruit, Harry, hurried over to her, holding out his arms. The weight was transferred from the old, wrinkled hands to the youthful, smooth ones.
“Chop, chop,” Lucifer said, striding over and piling the two rabbits on top of the deer. “I’m hungry, and I’m sure everyone else is, too.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry said, inclining his head. Then he staggered away under the weight.
“Do you think we should have put all the animals on top of him?” Layke asked, eyeing the struggling Harry uncertainly. “He looks like he’s going to collapse.”
“I think he always does,” Linda said, shrugging. “He should be alright.”
The six hunters followed Harry into the now-set-up camp. A fire was already going and someone helped relieve Harry of his burden and put it on the spit.
“I have no idea how to cook,” Ella said, bowing her head, “so I can’t help with the meal preparations.”
“That’s more than fine,” Lucifer said. “Us men will help, won’t we?”
Layke nodded. “Yes. But I think the women should learn. We are trying to start a revolution after all.”
“You’re right,” Lucifer said. He turned to the women, who were staring at them, mouths agape. “What? Don’t you agree with our ideas of change?”
“Well, yes, we do, but...” Alexandria trailed off. “Learning how to cook? Most importantly, women learning how to cook?”
Layke grinned. “This is our first implementation of our revolutionist ideas. Come on, we’re trying to make everyone equal. Learning to cook will be the first step, at least.”
Priscilla sucked in her breath and shook her head slowly. “I would be horrible at it, though. I don’t know what I’d do to the food, but it certainly wouldn’t be a good thing.”
“There’s always a first time,” Lucifer said. “And if you don’t try, then you’ll never get any better.”
“I agree,” Ella decided. “I’m going to take up the challenge.”
“Yes,” Sophria said.
“Very well,” Alexandria sighed. Everyone looked at Priscilla expectantly. She shrank back.
“Come on, guys, don’t put too much pressure on her,” Layke said. “But are you in?” he asked Priscilla. She shrugged.
“If … If you don’t mind burnt food.”
“You know that food can get burnt!” Lucifer said, clapping. “Congratulations, that’s a good start.”
Priscilla couldn’t help but beam at the praise. “And I know that chickpeas over boil, too.”
There was an awkward silence when Lucifer and Layke didn’t know how to break it to her.
“They don’t over boil,” Ella said. Priscilla turned a bright red.
“Sorry,” she stuttered. “I guess … there’s still more to learn.”
Everyone couldn’t help but agree.