With one fish caught and a spark of triumph in his eyes, Logan handed the makeshift spear to Jean. "Hold this while I try to find another."
Jean took it, careful not to let the fish slip off. "Don't expect applause every time you catch dinner."
"Breakfast," he corrected, stepping back into the stream, "we're still in breakfast mode. Dinner is when I start roasting boars."
She smirked. "Oh, we're aiming high now."
A few minutes later, Logan returned with a second fish… smaller, but a catch nonetheless. They made their way back to the beach, Jean carrying their trophies like a jungle queen, and Logan proud as a boy who'd just shown off a new toy.
Once they reached their firepit, Jean knelt to inspect the ashes. "Fire's out. We'll need to restart it."
Logan crouched beside her, already collecting dry leaves and twigs. "Let me try this time."
Jean raised a brow. "Last time, it took you forever."
"And this time, I have experience." He grinned, confident.
