She pulled five large cardboard take-out boxes out of the bag. “A good assortment of food, from what I’m told. Haven’t had a chance to taste it myself, yet. Bad manners to eat it right in front of them.”
Martia looked at the boxes. “You found a restaurant way out here?”
“Nope. Found a primitive native tribe. Used The Scout’s Handbook principles. They never saw a human before. They were fascinated by your money with its quaint pictures on it.”
“A primitive tribe with cardboard boxes?”
“Amazing, ain’t it? They train their spiders to make them.”
“Spiders don’t make cardboard boxes,” Martia said before she could stop herself. “They make webs out of silk.”
“Oh.” Bright stopped and thought for a few moments. “Must’ve been manatees, then. I always get them confused.”
None of the food looke
