[What?] Puffball asked. [What's wrong?]
"Puffball," Faelyn said slowly, her voice tight. "How exactly am I supposed to COOK this meat?"
[Uh... over the fire?]
"IN WHAT?! THERE'S NO POT! NO PAN! NO COOKING VESSEL! I CAN'T JUST—"
She stared at the fire pit.
Then at the meat.
Then back at the fire pit.
'I can't just throw it directly on the coals. That's not cooking, that's charring. It'll be burnt on the outside and raw on the inside and covered in ash and—'
[Oh.] Puffball said in a small voice. [Oh that's... that's a problem.]
'YOU THINK?!'
She looked frantically around the dwelling. There had to be something she could use. A flat stone? A... a stick? Could she make a skewer situation?
'Wait. Do they even have the concept of cookware in this world?! Have they invented pots?!'
[I mean... they probably use them for water...]
'But not for food because they EAT EVERYTHING RAW!'
Faelyn sat down hard on the furs, staring at the neatly cut pieces of meat.
