The evening was settling in, and that meant dinner for the entire crew needed to be prepared.
Tessa stood up and started walking, only to end up being carried once again.
What the fuck was it this time?
Why couldn't they just let her walk?
"My kitchen is right there," Tessa said, pointing toward the opposite side of the settlement.
Just as she looked in that direction, she froze.
Something was different.
The familiar exterior of her kitchen was gone.
Julian grinned and pointed toward Valen.
"He said you deserved a proper kitchen. A good place where you can cook comfortably and make even better meals. We all came together to build this as a thank-you for your delicious food and for helping us with everything else."
Tessa was completely taken aback.
Her gaze shifted toward the looming structure ahead, and her eyes widened.
No.
No way.
They hadn't actually built her a proper kitchen.
There was no way.
