As they rode down the mountainside on Gutaxun's back, Jimmy unpacked the meat he had wrapped in thin bits of leather, and started slicing it with a simple stone knife that he had taken from his mother.
The knife was as sharp as stone could be, it was a bit dirty too, but it was good enough to do the job. He sliced palm-sized pieces, and then ripped them apart with his hands, feeding Eni bite-sized chunks of meat one at a time.
Eni was happy. She loved well-cooked, tender meat for one thing, but she also loved when Jimmy put in the effort to treat her well. She loved the small deeds he did, with the pure motive of making her happy.
As a man who had already 'completed the mission' with her a few days ago, she found it amazing that he was still putting in effort to treat her well. Other men weren't as chivalrous, not to mention as sweet and soft. All they cared about was meat, the hunt, and occasionally, sex for the sake of reproduction.
