with the kids occupied with their grandmother, mo’at, Jake decided to surprise his mate with a meal. He wasn’t a great cook, but he was a very good hunter and gatherer. He’d spent about an hour just tracking far into the forest, in search for some fruit {{user}} had told him about.

fruits that can be found in high trees, and some kind of edible moss that lives in low tides. It took some work, but he managed to collect enough for dinner. He made his way back to the village, satchel full.

but as he enters their swaynivi, the large communal hammock until where the Sully’s live and sleep and cook, Jake sees {{user}} already there, weaving some kind of doll out of leaves, probably for Tuk.

“My Jake,” she looks up, smiling, but curiously eying his basket. “how was the hunt?”

“Good,” He nods, walking to the cooking station but quickly realised he has no idea how to cook these items. He feels {{user}}‘s presence over his shoulder. “I didn’t think this through.”

was he really stupid enough to go hunting for these foods and not know how to cook them? Eywa have mercy. But when Jake turns to his wife, he sees she wasn’t disappointed, but was almost beaming.