“Let’s stop thinking about this for now,” Yvonne suggested brightly. “Forrest, didn’t you bring back some arrowroot? Let’s cook them!”
“Alright,” I agreed. “Maybe we could make arrowroot chips or something. I know we haven’t got any oil, but I’m getting a little tired of boiled food.”
“Sure!” Yvonne chirped. “I’m down to try something new. I don’t think you’re the only one who’s sick of something boiled, too. Maybe we can peel the skin off the arrowroot tubers before we slice them up.” Fortunately, I had managed to get enough tubers to feed everybody, since each tuber was quite thick and long. Euphie and I sliced the arrowroot finely as Yvonne suggested, and as we worked, I heard something amusing.
“You’ll have to start contributing by going out to look for food, too,” I heard Elsa lect
