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Our domesticated chickens had been able to fly as well, just not like these birds, I mused. But once the wings were clipped…
“Trust me, Thor. If we can catch them, you will be eternally grateful to me.”
“I already am,” he said so sincerely, it warmed my heart and left me speechless for a few moments. I smiled at him, and he closed the distance between us to give me a kiss that made me tremble and yearn for more.
“Let’s do things that will frighten the birds,” I suggested.
He shook his head, though. “As much as I want to, Holly, we need to return to the cave first. It’s too dangerous out here, and with you”—his gaze was so hot it went straight to my pussy—“I’ll forget myself and won’t be vigilant enough.”
He went as if to pick me up, but I slapped his hands away. “Alright, give me a few minutes and then you can carry me caveman style back to our furs.”
“Caveman style?”
Oh, why had I said that? Now, my pussy fluttered in earnest while my clit began to pulse as if the two were having a dance-off.
“I swear I’ll explain later.” I sidestepped him to move to the bushes where, as luck would have it, I found an egg. Triumphantly, I held it up.
Thor shook his head again. “Holly, they’re inedible. We tried, but they stink badly when you crack them.”
Another smile spread across my lips, and I repeated my request. “Trust me.”
With a sigh that said that he did anything but when it came to the eggs, he proved he was at least willing to indulge me, and helped me scavenge the surrounding area for more of them.
I didn’t know much about chickens, but I knew more than I thought I did. Growing up, I spent more time with Fred than my parents—or at least it had felt like it.
Now though, my mom’s idea of living on a farm—a multimillion-dollar estate farm, where she didn’t do much other than stroll around with the animals—came in handy.
Chickens, I had learned from Fred, were territorial. Even though Thor had startled them, I was willing to bet they would be back later, but in the meantime, we could collect their eggs. I told Thor to leave the ones that lay in nests alone, and to only pick up the ones that had been discarded in the bushes. Not all hens developed nesting instincts, so we found a good amount ofabandonedeggs.
Thor still gave me doubtful sideways glances as we walked back to the cave with our haul of about two dozen eggs. I placed the loot into the nest I made of my shirt by holding it out over my abdomen.
The looks from the other warriors weren’t any more promising than Thor’s attitude when we entered with the eggs, and I nearly giggled in anticipation of the surprise I had for them.
“I need a deep bowl filled with water,” I announced.
“Hot or cold?” Thor asked.
“Cold.”
Beginning to place the eggs on the large table the warriors had fashioned from wood, I waited for Sel-Gor to hand me one of his precious bowls filled with water as I requested.
Carefully, I placed one egg at a time inside. The ones that floated to the top I disregarded, but the ones that sank to the bottom were promising.
“Why are you bathing the eggs?” Thor wanted to know as a circle of about twenty of his curious warriors formed around me.
“I’m checking if they’re spoiled or good,” I explained. “When they go bad, they get lighter because gas builds as they spoil.”
We ended up with fifteengoodeggs, not enough to feed everyone, but I figured it would be enough to give everybody a taste of what I was promising.
“Sel-Gor, did my little experiment work?”
With a grunt, he handed me the pot I had asked him to boil until the water was gone before Thor and I left for our walk. With a grin, I slid my finger through the small kernels that had collected at the bottom: salt. It was darker than the salt I used to buy in grocery stores, but it would do, especially with my eggs. The men would be in for a treat tonight.
I asked for another bowl and one of Sel-Gor’s large wooden spoons, and soon I was cracking the eggs I had deemed edible, all the while being very aware of the men watching me. They made gagging faces toward each other, but undeterred, I broke every single one before I added a bit of salt to it and began to stir rapidly.
I wished I had some milk and cheese, but this would have to do.
Next, Sel-Gor explained to me how the fire cube he used to prepare our meals on worked, which in essence was like a high-tech stove, but the entire surface of the cube heated up. I placed a pan on it, marveling at how light it was. Besides the strange material, it looked like every other cooking pan I had ever seen.
