Campfire Cooking In Another World With My Absurd Skill Characters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Aiden added dryly, his tone laced with mock seriousness, though the faintest trace of amusement lingered on his face. I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. “Oh, yeah, I’ll take my comedy tour to the wilderness. Next stop, possum fans everywhere.” The group laughed, the sound light and easy, filling the quiet of the evening with an unusual warmth. It was rare, moments like these. Moments where the weight of survival didn’t hang so heavily over us. The fire flickered low now, casting soft orange light that danced across our faces. The smell of roasted meat still lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the forest.

Why didn’t anyone tell me about it? Campfire is the most tasking and yet the most enjoyable activity in every session. Everyone gets to show off their combat and defense skills— I trust Camille to do a good job, but she needs to do a better job. It’s always good to win. Although I attended when I was a child I didn’t participate because I still had fear of sharp objects.

I had learned to hide the cracks, to bury fear beneath skill and determination. But the vision had opened something raw. Fire had a way of cleaning, yes, but it also left scars. And this fire… this one wasn’t for me to fight alone. We reached camp, and Raven was there, crouched by the coals, tossing chopped vegetables into a simmering stew. She looked up and grinned. “Ah, our favorite hunter returns. Did you kill it, or did it kill you?” I allowed myself a small smile. “It’s down. And I’m intact.”

‍ Night s⁠et‍tled slowly around th‍e ca⁠mpsite while the fire crackled between them⁠. Noah sat betwee⁠n L⁠iam’s legs‍ wrapped inside a thick blank‍et⁠ while Liam hel‌ped‍ him roast‌ marshmallows without setti⁠ng th‌e entir‌e‍ forest on fire. “Y‌ou’re burning it,”⁠ Noah accused. “It’s called flavor.” “‍It’s⁠ blac‍k.” “It bui‌lds charact‍er⁠.”

“I know. I know. If they are abadoned, we burn them off, but if activities are still going on, we will find a way to glean information and report it to the others. We will not engage. Our job is to find your mom. We might get distracted if we engage. We will leave the fighting to the others back at the pack.” Miriam exhaled in relief then, causing Olivera to chuckle. “Scaredy-cat.” Miriam huffed. “I’m not scared. I just don’t want us to lose sight of our chief goal. You are easily distracted with matters like this…” Olivera twitched her nose, and jabbed her friend by the side. “So when do we burn…” “Now!” Olivera said, and with a snap of her fingers, the camp caught flame. Miriam made sure t

This guy must really learn how to prolong his patience a little more. No, not a little. Make it much more than a more! Audrey was quite familiar with starting a fire. She had done this a lot of times in her previous life. During youth camps and girl scout jamboree on her high school years. Nika, on the other hand, was saved from busying herself for the night. In a sense, the warlocks around her were still practicing the code of chivalry and the code of being a gentleman to some extent. So they gave her this little privilege.

Slowly and carefully, he added slightly larger pieces, then larger still, until there was a genuine fire burning in the pit. "You really know how to Show-off, or should I say hmm... Aura farm" I muttered, but I was smiling. "Years of Boy Scout training. This is like the most actually useful skill." He settled into one of the Adirondack chairs and patted the one next to him. "Hey... Come here pretty."

Book Three: Demon Child Just my luck, the moment my marshmallow browned to sugary perfection, my hand slipped a little too close and-poof-it burst into flames before sliding from the end of my carefully peeled stick and into the fire. Nuts. Simon's glasses reflected the campfire as he grinned at me around a mouthful of white, blackened bits sticking to his lips and teeth. The sight made me slightly nauseated and actually grateful my treat lay crisping to death on the coals.

I laughed loudly at him and said, “in more ways than one, my friend.” We traveled until the sun got low in the sky. I found a spot for us to camp for the night and slid off of Toast’s back with a small bag attached to me. He grazed on the grass in the area while I got wood for a fire. When I had the wood ready to light, I fished around inside the bag for a flint. I soon got a fire going and sat there while getting the food out of my bag. I had some bread, cheese, dried fish and an orange. I will need to get more food soon. As the fire crackled and I relaxed next to it, an old friend appeared not far away and walked up to warm himself by the fire. I smiled at seeing him once again. We had com

Hearing that, Eileen’s curiosity piqued, “Wait… but don’t you need to know how to cook for yourself surviving in the wild?” “We don’t have cooking utensils. So, we only plucked fruits to fill our stomachs. Of course, we’ve learned to tell which ones are not poisonous.” Sophia was glad to share her experience living in the camp. “But you could roast wild animals for meals, am I right? You could catch, like, a rabbit and roast it.” “If we were sent out for a trip, we are allowed to catch wild animals and roast them for provisions. Still, during our training in the camp, we weren’t allowed to start fires. So, no roasted animals for meals for us in the camp.”