To cook, the first thing you need is a pot.
Technically, you could skewer everything on branches and roast it over a fire. But ever since he arrived in this world, he had eaten far too much grilled meat. He was sick of it. Barbecue without marinating, without brushing on sauce, without even a sprinkle of seasoning was practically a crime against food.
In a rainforest, however, if you looked carefully, you could find plenty of substitutes for spices.
Albert crooked a finger at Karl, who was not far away.
The unlucky kid had just gone to check on his eldest and second brothers before coming back. Eisen and Charles were probably suffering from the aftereffects of the serum—aches all over their bodies, no appetite to speak of.
Karl had gone over earlier in high spirits, clutching a bundle of banyan fruits Albert had "rewarded" him with. He came back drooping and dispirited. Only when he heard Albert calling did he perk up and slither closer.
