Luna was washing perilla leaves, the clay pot simmering with rice, filling the air with a rich aroma.
She looked up at the words, "How about braised lamb chops? We just picked some wild onions and perilla."
Rhys Blackwood appeared at some point, walked to the stone slab, picked up a kitchen knife, and began slicing the lamb.
The firelight reflected on his cold, chiseled profile, as if coating an ice sculpture with a warm hue.
Corbin Crowley wasn't idle either, squatting outside the shed peeling beans.
Zeke Veridian quietly tended the fire, its light turning his cheeks red, with strands of hair sticking to his sweat-dampened forehead.
Soren Phoenix and Kian Sterling, both habitual slackers, stood on either side of Luna, one wiping her sweat, the other fanning her.
Luna rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "Can you two not crowd around me? If you're really that free, go peel some garlic."
