[ Luckily for Jack, food gathering's a little bit easier, seeing as she can just biotic the oversized freak fish right out of the water and hold them there until the wiggling stops. She climbs on the rope ladder of the treehouse and plops a couple of large fish inside - to be cooked later for the others. ]
Mmh, smells like chicken. [ spoken sarcastically as she hauls herself up. ] How's it going, Betty Crocker?
8D
Mmh, smells like chicken. [ spoken sarcastically as she hauls herself up. ] How's it going, Betty Crocker?