Jean was crouched near the cave, rearranging stones to create a smoke-safe corner where she could hang what was left of the boar meat. Her fingers were sticky from scraping skin, her hair wild, but her mind was sharp and racing.
That's when Logan's voice rang through the trees. Swaggering in, bare-chested and dripping wet, holding two limp ducks by their necks with a proud smirk plastered across his face.
"Adams, you should thank me for this. Tonight, we feast like kings," he declared, puffing out his chest.
Jean raised an unimpressed brow. "Oh great, the caveman found floating birds. What next? You're going to invent fire again?"
Logan dropped the ducks with a triumphant thud. "Go ahead, say it. You're impressed."
"Fine," she said, standing with her hands on her hips. "I'm impressed you didn't drown trying to catch them."
He rolled his eyes and grabbed a cloth to dry himself off. "You're welcome, by the way."
"Wow, look at you, provider of the year," she said flatly.
