<span style="color: #0080FF">"Yeah, don't sweat the small stuff, right."</span>Tarrok nodded. He'd told her that often enough, just reassuring her when something went wrong. It was never as big a deal as she took it. The feline just cared about what she did so much, though.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I just want this to be a good time for us. I just want it to work."</span>Tarrok mumbled. Stirring the pot, it looked good enough now. Put out the fire, choked it on dirt and snuffed it out. Give it two, maybe three minutes to cool down and it'd be ready to eat.<br/><br/>Then he got up and retrieved their clothes. Aiko was still more than a bit damp, so he used his clothes as an impromptu towel. Her silks would have been a terrible choice for the job, anyways. His clothes were more absorbent, more fibers to soak it in. The saiyan gave himself a quick pass over the head to dry off his hair.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"So, uh, hungry?"</span>Tarrok ventured. What flow they had going on had been abruptly interrupted, and the mercenary didn't quite know where to go then. So it was he went with the most in front of him option. Never had he really tried giving someone a good time like this. Never had he considered he ever would, come to think.