She once suspected that Pearl Vance, just like herself, was a time traveler.
But no matter how she probed Pearl, the other woman never took the bait, only looked at her with that mocking, dumbass expression in her eyes.
Chloe Callahan felt suffocated and pissed off, like she'd had a Chongqing hotpot but no cold beer to go with it—just unbearable.
She stood nearby, glowering as Pearl taught the tribe women how to stew food in stone pots; still chicken with mushrooms.
In the Beastman world, they don't call them wild chickens—they're "cluck-cluck chickens," way bigger than any wild chicken.
The locals used to never eat them; said there wasn't enough meat on them.
She'd thought of catching one to stew herself, but unfortunately Pearl was even faster.
"Pearl Vance is totally a time traveler, just not sure if she came from modern times or some backward ancient era."
Chloe brooded secretly, her face dark as she stared in Pearl's direction.
