As we prepared the meal, I decided to add skillet potatoes to the mix. So, alongside the Honey Glazed Lamb Chops with bell peppers, onions, and spinach-infused fried eggs, we also had some delicious skillet potatoes cooking. The aroma was absolutely mouthwatering.
Taking a seat next to Harvey, I appreciated the bench he had built to complement our dining table. I had moved the two chairs by the front door on both sides for added convenience.
As we enjoyed our meal, it was clear that Harvey was quite fond of the food. Interestingly, he had a preference for his eggs to be slightly runny, which I made note of for future reference.
After our meal, I allowed my hair to air dry and started braiding the front section. Harvey then asked if he could give it a try, and I agreed. To my pleasant surprise, Harvey's braiding skills were better than mines. And I was a little green about it. He handled my hair more gently than I did. He used a comb as if he had been doing this forever, creating neat and straight parts that left me amazed.
"This is lovely! You did even better than me," I exclaimed, thoroughly impressed by his handiwork. My hair was laid to the Gods and it was free! I added purple and yellow rubber bands to the ends to add a pop of color, since I didn't have beads or gold pieces.
In that moment, I felt an immense pride in my man's abilities. You really can't tell me anything about my man! "Thank you, I love it. And you're so fast—I thought this would take me at least an hour and a half. How are you so skilled at this?"
Harvey modestly replied, "I'm just good with my hands, I guess. I'm good at long, drawn-out processes."
My mind instantly went to the gutter. But before I dragged this man to bed I really need to discuss our plans and actions I want to take.
"Oh, I know," I replied with a playful smirk, enjoying the way Harvey's cheeks flushed as they always did—I loved to see it. I then moved back to the bench and gestured for him to take a seat.
Positioning myself sideways on his lap, I draped my legs over his thighs and leaned my side against his chest, with one arm resting behind his back. He held me close in a cuddle, and I began to share my thoughts.
I said, "I'll let you go first then, I'll start," He nodded his head.
He asked, "How did you get here?"
I wasn't going to tell him I died, so I replied, "I went to sleep and woke up here. Then I found a stream that led me to this tree with thick roots that I slept under, and the next day, I followed the stream to this lake. That's when I happened upon Parker, and he brought me here to Camel Hump."
He hugged me tight and then exclaimed, "You slept outside under a tree by yourself?!"
I giggled and replied, "Yes," then puffed up my chest and pumped it twice, saying, "What, you think I can't survive on my own?" joking around.
He patted my head and said, "It looks like you did." I smiled and continued to playfully act all macho which he found to be "so cute" he said.
He asked, "How old are you?" I replied, "28," and he said, "I'm 30 silver moons."
He inquired, "What is Earth like?"
So, I began describing Earth and its inhabitants, humans. I explained how we have animals, modern conveniences like showers and toilets, and even pulled out my cell phone from my backpack to demonstrate and elaborate on various aspects of Earth.
I talked about jobs, currency, and showed him visuals on my phone, such as screenshots and pictures, to help him understand. His interest was piqued throughout, and he became particularly delighted when I took a picture of both of us, as it was the first time he had seen himself in a photograph.
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