He'd been gone for nearly five hours before he returned with his kills.  He'd jogged all the way back.  He'd left Marie alone and dark memories had pushed him to hurry.  He had a dread that he'd return to find her corpse, but there were only his tracks and hers leading into the barn.  He pushed into the barn and didn't see her at first, but the she called out from the loft.<br/><br/>"What are you doing up there?"  He was confused and relieved.  "Doesn't matter.  Come on down.  I brought dinner."<br/><br/>He caught sight of her now and she could sew.  The altered men's clothing weren't exactly flattering on her, but they sure looked warmer.  "Nice work on the sewing.  You said you could cook, too."<br/><br/>He laid down the goat and the rabbit.  He knew how to cook rabbit just fine.  Skewer them and roast them.  There wasn't much else to do with the goat either.  Not like they had proper cooking utensils.  Didn't really matter.  It was food.  A lot of food and his stomach rumbled in anticipation of the rare pleasure of being able to eat until he was full.<br/><br/>"I'll get a fire going and leave you to the cooking."<br/><br/>Tomorrow they should go into town.  Pots and pans should be easy to salvage.  He used to carry them, but he'd tossed them years ago.  Didn't seem necessary on his own.<br/>