After a full hour, their lunch was finally there.
Either the Cook or his assistants provided the guests with the fish that had been roasted on stones close to the fire, and then he spread the roasted fish amongst his own tribesfolk.
Much like on what it was cooked, the fish was handed to them on a clean, flat rock, so they wouldn't have to carry multiple fish on their hands as they ate. The Cook knew how stressful it could be to eat that way, especially for people who liked to keep their food clean, and not put their food on the ground, rather than chewing dirt grains, or getting the fish cold by washing them in the lake close by. He insisted that the tribesfolk had some decency when they ate, but from the looks of it, his people didn't care to hear about it.
They didn't care about the fact that they were naked, for one thing, and started pigging out on the meals in front of them as if they hadn't eaten for days! Breasts swinging, and all, they didn't care.
