All he wanted was more time with her, uninterrupted, untroubled. And if letting her handle some of the work meant keeping that little bubble of peace alive, he would bite the bullet and do it.
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When the food was finally served, Kaya's eyes nearly popped out of her head. This wasn't like any other tribe she had seen. They didn't squat on the ground or sit on stones like most primitive setups. No, here they had proper dining tables—long wooden ones with chairs neatly lined on each side. Two tables had been set up: one for the men, one for the women.
And, unlike the old patriarchal tribes where men got all the meat and women were left with scraps, this was completely different. The women's table was overflowing, even more bountiful than the men's. Kaya's jaw dropped. The amount of food laid out could easily feed 120 to 150 people, and yet there were barely forty here.
