The next moment, what attracted her wasn't the person anymore.
It was the field-dressed wild rabbit the other person was holding in their hand.
Slightly surprised, Flossie couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and whistled at Glenn Hutchinson.
Hearing the sound, Glenn Hutchinson turned toward the noise, and his gaze instantly found the figure sitting by the campfire.
The corners of Flossie's eyes and brows lifted, revealing a hint of a smile, an image of complete relaxation.
"Know how to roast it?"
As soon as she walked over, Flossie raised a doubt.
"Better than yours,"
Sitting down opposite her, Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her and said bluntly.
"..."
Flossie touched her nose.
Better than hers wasn't anything strange.
Even someone like Sandy Cruz, who had never formally cooked before, could come up with food that wasn't even in the same league as hers.
However—
With a skeptical mindset, Flossie paid extra attention to Glenn Hutchinson's performance.
