Zack: *glares at the tarantula guts on the back of the frying pan and mutters* “I’ll have to clean that off in the river now…” *frowns at her* I am a man. A masculine man. If you want to eat the corn, its nearly ready. I have butter for it too. The fish will be delayed now, however… *frowns and tosses the frying pan out of the cave* If you want something to drink like fresh milk, I’ll borrow some from a farm.
